He walked down one of the many halls in the Stark Tower. He stared at the ground, his face not giving off any of the emotions that where stewing inside him; his legs taking long meaningless strides, leading him to a destination still unknown to himself. He was just walking; he tended to do that a lot lately. It helped him try to deal and compartmentalize all the feelings he had trying to break threw his hard shell. He was mumbling incoherent words, and he closed his eyes for a second, his legs still striding. He feels his body thud into something, instinctively his vibranium arm stretched out and he instantly opens his eyes and looks up to see what or who he ran into, the turmoil he was just thinking over in his head flashed on his face only for a second and then it was gone again as his normal, no emotion facet appeared again. He saw @phoenixwithoutadoubt in front of him, teetering slightly so he used his vibranium arm to steady her. “Sorry, wasn't looking were-”, as he spoke he couldn't but help seem to somehow recognize the woman standing in front of him. He stopped mid sentence and just starts a new one, “you look oddly familiar. Whats your name?”

He stares intently at @sebastianstanwithoutadoubt from across the room, studying the man. Did HYDRA create a clone of myself? Is this a ruse? He thought to himself. He took a deep breath and walked across the room towards the strange man, twirling a knife in his hand. Once he was close enough he swiftly grabbed the other mans left arm and quickly ran the knife over the pinkish flesh of his palm wondering if he bled the same as him. He stared at the vibrant red blood starting to puddle out from the cut in the hand. “Hmm interesting,” he muttered to himself. “Who are you and why do you look like me?!” He demanded as he looked at the man who looked almost identical to himself.

He walked into the training room and quickly glanced around to see who was there. He noticed @mariahillwithoutadoubt across the room on a punching bag. He didn't take his eyes off her as he walked over to the punching bags. As he walked across the room he was trying to figure out who she was. She remembered her name but he knew she had some kind of significants in his life, he just couldn't quit figure it out yet. He gave her a quick smile then turned to a bag and started swinging as he continued to try and figure out what significance she was to him. As he was punching away at the bag he couldn't help but get this feeling it had to do something with Steve. He abruptly stopped punching mid punch and turned to her and asking, “what's your relationship with Steve?”