Bucky had seen some strange things in the war. Things that he was fairly sure he wouldn’t have believed himself if Steve hadn’t agreed that he’d be seeing them himself too. This, on the other hand, was by far the most bizarre thing he’d seen. Okay, the robotic arm was cool, but there was something about him that wasn’t write beyond that. The soldier didn’t have time to mess around with this idiot, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew him.
Which is why the boy had taken the first opportunity that he could find to pin the gun to the ground and hold gun to his face.
“Who the hell do think you are?!”