"I know what they're called," he hisses back, shoulders rising instinctively even though they must sound like twelve year olds right now with this back and forth.
"You don't look strange. Just-- different. You sound different. I'm just-- getting used to it." They already know Bucky doesn't like change. A combination of being old and stubborn and... mildly paranoid and what Sam would have called 'boring' and Bucky would have called 'set in his ways' had seen to that.
Give him a few days and he'll be fine with the house, the new Zemo, if that's getting stuck. Hopefully not. He'd like for one thing to remain the same. If tomorrow Oeznik comes padding over briskly screeching about his new body, Bucky might just walk out into the snow through the clearing and into the sparse smattering of trees and not come back for the rest of the day.
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"You don't look strange. Just-- different. You sound different. I'm just-- getting used to it." They already know Bucky doesn't like change. A combination of being old and stubborn and... mildly paranoid and what Sam would have called 'boring' and Bucky would have called 'set in his ways' had seen to that.
Give him a few days and he'll be fine with the house, the new Zemo, if that's getting stuck. Hopefully not. He'd like for one thing to remain the same. If tomorrow Oeznik comes padding over briskly screeching about his new body, Bucky might just walk out into the snow through the clearing and into the sparse smattering of trees and not come back for the rest of the day.