"Mostly," Bucky tells him. "Enough so I thought it was her - our version of her, this world's her - at first. Cheekbones are a little different, and maybe the shade of blonde, but ..." He shakes his head.

"You're right, it was a hell of a shock. It's her personality that's the real difference, though, I guess. This - she - was a little sharper-edged, I guess. For one."

A small, weary smile quirks his mouth.

"Also she can hold her liquor better."