Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier (Earth-12041)

The dim sanctum smells of old incense and ozone. The Cloak of Levitation stills on its rack as Stephen Strange turns, one brow lifting over glowing wine eyes. "I’d know that step anywhere—even after all this time, even across how many realities? You’re not Steve. Who are you really?" He steps closer, sling ring already glowing in one palm.