When the light flicked on, Bucky didn't immediately stop. He was still deep enough in protect Steph mode that he hardly even registered the comically large hammer flying across the room, or the impact he felt on the side of his head. A fist, maybe? Bucky didn't have time to figure it out. Instead, he just tightened the hold he had on the first person.
It wasn't until he saw Steph watching wide-eyed from her place by the light switch that his focus wavered just slightly, and that mixed with a blur of red, white, and blue smacking hard into the side of his head was enough to make Bucky loosen his grip just slightly. The one that hit him might not seem to be as strong as the other, but it was still enough to make Bucky see stars for just a second.
During that second, the stronger one slipped out of his grip, stepped away, and turned around so Bucky could finally see who he was fighting. His own eyes probably got wider than his girlfriend's were. "Steph?" he asked, most of the fight leaving him immediately.
Then he looked over at the other person just to see... himself? But definitely not the way he was now. The man who looked like him was younger, with shorter hair and it looked like the circles around his eyes weren't quite so dark.
Bucky moved out of the middle of the group and put his back to Steph--the small Steph watching from a few feet away, his Steph--before taking a couple of backward steps closer to her, clearly still ready to protect her if he needed to. "The hell is going on?" he asked, eyes bouncing between the Steph that left and the Bucky she brought back with her.
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Suddenly seeing tiny Steph standing there in a little red number was almost enough to distract the Bucky of the past, but not quite. He had to get the big guy off his wife, after all. That's why he smacked him a couple of times in the head. Once with a fist, the second time with the shield that he'd somehow ended up with and unbagged in the scuffle.
When the other Bucky moved away, his focus went back to the tiny Steph for a moment before realizing exactly how she was dressed. "Oh," he said, eyes widening slightly before turning to his wife. He didn't need to be looking at her in lingerie. "You alright?" One hand came up to touch gently at her neck, making sure there was no real damage before looking back at their attacker with a bit of a glare.
He hadn't been expecting to find the pair of them in the middle of things, but considering how he and his wife were? They should have expected it, really. But with how the future Bucky was standing there in just his underwear, the past Bucky could see differences beyond just the hair. The way that black metal connected to his shoulder, the scarring around it, even the man's size and the way he held himself were different than his own. He was definitely taller and more muscular, but the way he stood seemed more... defensive? That could have just been because of the fight, though.
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It wasn't until he saw Steph watching wide-eyed from her place by the light switch that his focus wavered just slightly, and that mixed with a blur of red, white, and blue smacking hard into the side of his head was enough to make Bucky loosen his grip just slightly. The one that hit him might not seem to be as strong as the other, but it was still enough to make Bucky see stars for just a second.
During that second, the stronger one slipped out of his grip, stepped away, and turned around so Bucky could finally see who he was fighting. His own eyes probably got wider than his girlfriend's were. "Steph?" he asked, most of the fight leaving him immediately.
Then he looked over at the other person just to see... himself? But definitely not the way he was now. The man who looked like him was younger, with shorter hair and it looked like the circles around his eyes weren't quite so dark.
Bucky moved out of the middle of the group and put his back to Steph--the small Steph watching from a few feet away, his Steph--before taking a couple of backward steps closer to her, clearly still ready to protect her if he needed to. "The hell is going on?" he asked, eyes bouncing between the Steph that left and the Bucky she brought back with her.
Suddenly seeing tiny Steph standing there in a little red number was almost enough to distract the Bucky of the past, but not quite. He had to get the big guy off his wife, after all. That's why he smacked him a couple of times in the head. Once with a fist, the second time with the shield that he'd somehow ended up with and unbagged in the scuffle.
When the other Bucky moved away, his focus went back to the tiny Steph for a moment before realizing exactly how she was dressed. "Oh," he said, eyes widening slightly before turning to his wife. He didn't need to be looking at her in lingerie. "You alright?" One hand came up to touch gently at her neck, making sure there was no real damage before looking back at their attacker with a bit of a glare.
He hadn't been expecting to find the pair of them in the middle of things, but considering how he and his wife were? They should have expected it, really. But with how the future Bucky was standing there in just his underwear, the past Bucky could see differences beyond just the hair. The way that black metal connected to his shoulder, the scarring around it, even the man's size and the way he held himself were different than his own. He was definitely taller and more muscular, but the way he stood seemed more... defensive? That could have just been because of the fight, though.