The smile fades from Bucky's face the longer he stares at the last of the drawings, his eyes narrowing in thought, and his expression becoming more pensive as he leans in to get a better look. With what Natalia's told him of what he's supposed to look like and more than a passing familiarity with his own face, it's impossible not to see the similarities between himself and the man in the picture, and were he to have a mirror in front of him now, the likeness would be even more apparent to him.
"I... I think that's me," he says absently, his voice losing some of its earlier enthusiasm. "I grow up kinda grim lookin', don't I?"
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Date: 2011-08-05 06:33 am (UTC)"I... I think that's me," he says absently, his voice losing some of its earlier enthusiasm. "I grow up kinda grim lookin', don't I?"