[The man still hasn't answered, but the soldier has recognized him now. It's his target from the bridge. It shouldn't be possible, because the man is so much smaller, so... fragile compared to the genetically-enhanced Captain America.
There's still something nagging at the inside of his skull, though, or maybe it's more like it's steamrolling over his capacity to take a logical course of action.]
I'm... I'm not...
[He's not Bucky. He doesn't know who Bucky is. There's a war in his head louder and more violent than has ever happened before. He sinks to his knees, his hands shaking, his expression looking dazed with bewilderment. He clutches his head, the crushed flowers long forgotten on the ground.]
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There's still something nagging at the inside of his skull, though, or maybe it's more like it's steamrolling over his capacity to take a logical course of action.]
I'm... I'm not...
[He's not Bucky. He doesn't know who Bucky is. There's a war in his head louder and more violent than has ever happened before. He sinks to his knees, his hands shaking, his expression looking dazed with bewilderment. He clutches his head, the crushed flowers long forgotten on the ground.]
What's happening?