As he started to wake up more, confusion settled in because nothing about the moment made sense. The guy before him appeared like Bucky but wider and with a harder look on his face. Even with his lesser vision he could take in the larger aspects of wrongness. The man before him could not be Bucky and yet what other explanation could there be? They had not fallen into a sci fi film suddenly where clones were possible.

"I'm not awake in the right sense either. I don't - what's goin' on?" he asked, running a hand through his slightly sweaty hair. "You look - are you hurt?"

The blanket pooled at his waist, thin tanktop clinging tightly to his skin.