Solid. It's solid and real and talking to him and Steve can barely believe his eyes. The shock quickly fades into a confusion and then a kind of horror as he watches his best friend pick up the weapon and brace himself for a hit.

"What are you?" Steve asks as she scrambles to his feet, using the opposite wall for support.

It's not bad enough that there's something that looks like Bucky, there's something wearing his face. Using his voice. Walking around in the world and pretending to be him.

Steve is breathing heavily, unable to catch his breath. It's almost like when he was younger, but it's not an asthma attack. It's pure rage at the thing in front of him. At the joke someone's trying to pull on him.

He moves forward quickly, knocking the bar to the side with as much force as he can muster before reaching out and grabbing that jacket, staring into those eyes.

"You picked the wrong face to steal, pal."

The punch that follows packs more satisfaction than Steve's felt in a very, very long time.