"Sounds familiar," he mutters against her neck. His metal arm slides down around her waist as he stays tucked close. He doesn't even register that he's murmured that because the idea that the term milii moi sounds familiar seems wrong.

Why would terms of endearment in Russian mean anything to him? Why should that be a thing. Clearly he just spent a lot of time in a hydrotank working for hydra and being a project right.

That's all he knows. A weapon. There's nothing else hiding back in his memory. He won't even allow himself to think of the option. No, clearly this is just some weird multiversal thing. He's getting some ping off her because she loves another version of him.

That must be it.