Chapter 827： the price of truth

The worst has happened...

Bucky has been trying his best to avoid bumping into another self, especially in front of Steve, but it's a pity that people's calculations are not as good as God's.

In order to distinguish between the two Buckys, we will call the Bucky of Hydra, for the time being, the Winter Soldier.

The Winter Soldier's mood was even worse at this time, his brain was completely muddy, he just stared at Bucky stupidly, that face that was almost identical to his, and some emotion surged deep in his heart, evoking the remaining fragments of memory .

"Bucky...Barnes..."

His eyes were full of confusion, and there was a look of pain on his face: "I... I seem to be somewhere... heard this name."

"..."

Bucky was silent, his eyes drooping.

He didn't choose to explain or answer the Winter Soldier's question. He just used a complex look that no one could understand, mixed with many emotions, walking back and forth between Steve and the Winter Soldier.

"What exactly is going on?!"

Steve was completely dumbfounded.

If he had to use one description to describe his mood and feelings at the moment, it would be the first day of the new year. He had just put on a new pair of underwear with joy, only to find that it was covered with other people's cakes.

From the initial confusion, it turned into dumbfoundedness, and then the whole person felt like being struck by lightning, and then became disgusting and angry, and the mood was like a roller coaster, with ups and downs.

But then, when Steve was looking at the Winter Soldier, his eyes fell on the metal arm, and he suddenly remembered something he had overlooked at first.

In the old S.H.I.E.L.D. base in New Jersey, the 'Bucky' who chased him and Natasha had such a same metal arm, while the 'Bucky' who fought against him had his left arm intact.

So here comes the question...

Who is the real Bucky?

After hesitating for half a second, Steve showed a little complexity on his face, turned his head to look at the silent Bucky, with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Bucky... I remember that in Siberia, your left hand should be Crushed by a train wreck, right?"

Back in the Siberian Icefield, they were attacked by Hasward, the entire train was overturned, and Bucky happened to be hit by a heavy falling object, causing his left arm to be amputated.

This is what he saw with his own eyes!

The two Bucky appeared in front of him, one of which had his left arm replaced with a metal prosthesis, and the other left arm intact. Whether it was true or not, the answer was ready to come out.

"You... who are you?!"

Steve's voice trembled a little, his fists clenched the bony knuckles, and a few blue veins appeared on his neck. It could be seen that he was very excited now.

Maybe he doesn't even know who he should believe now, but at least...he is more willing to believe in Bucky who joined Hydra.

"I'm... Bucky Barnes."

Bucky looked at Steve lonely, with an unspeakable tiredness in his eyes: "Believe it or not, I'm Bucky Barnes, and I've never lied to you about that."

"Then what happened to your left hand?" Steve's face was quite ugly, as if he was deliberately suppressing a certain emotion, and a violent look flashed in his eyes: "I saw with my own eyes that your left hand was crushed by a train. It's gone!"

"Hehe...I saw it with my own eyes?"

Bucky sneered, shook his head, questioned with three points, three points of contempt, and three points of self-deprecating tone, and asked, "But didn't you see it with your own eyes, was I swallowed by a false head?"

Steve was at a loss for words.

Indeed, this cannot be denied.

Bucky was devoured by a dummy at the beginning, and he even smashed the dummy with his own hands, leaving not even the slightest scum.

It stands to reason that neither the soul nor the body, Bucky can survive, but the fact is that two Bucky appeared.

"Steve..."

Bucky said with a complicated expression: "Sometimes, what you see with your eyes is not necessarily the truth."

"You two... who is the real Bucky?" Steve's mind is in a mess now, and he doesn't have the heart to think about the deep meaning of this sentence, just want to figure out who is the real Bucky base.

"Does it matter?"

Bucky was silent for a moment and asked him back.

"Very important!"

Steve looked solemn and said, "At least for me, this is very important."

"If he's real and I'm fake, what are you going to do with me?" Bucky asked again with flickering eyes.

Facing the question, Steve was stunned.

Because of this issue, he never thought about it, he just spoke up for a while, but he didn't know how to deal with the fake Bucky himself.

kill? captivity? let go?

None of these three options seems to be the most correct option, but he has to force himself to make a choice.

"I have a question, Steve."

There was a hint of coercion in Bucky's eyes, looking directly at Steve who was a little flustered, and said: "If we have the same memory, the same past and feelings, and even the same DNA genetic sequence, then please... ..how do you define what you mean by 'true and false'?"

Steve's face became extremely ugly, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes, and he vaguely guessed the truth, but he didn't have the courage to say it.

"Nonsense, of course it depends on how you were born!" Sam on the side couldn't help it and interrupted: "Even if you have the same experience and memory, even if you have the same DNA and body, a clone is always a clone and cannot be changed. You are a product of science!"

"Clone human...isn't it just not human?" Bucky asked rhetorically.

"Don't try to disturb us in this way!" Sam aimed at Bucky's back with the gun in his arm, and said coldly: "Whether the clone is human or not, at least you are definitely not the real Bucky."

"Is this... your answer?"

Bucky didn't care about Sam behind him. He just stared at Steve and asked, "Answer my question, this is the answer you want to tell me, right?"

For some reason, Steve suddenly didn't dare to look at him, those eyes were so sharp, as if two sharp knives had pierced his chest fiercely, and blood poured out like a fountain.

"Yeah...sorry..."

Steve's voice was weak, and he turned his head slightly to avoid Bucky's questioning. There was a touch of complexity in his eyes, both guilt and regret.

"I see."

Bucky sighed deeply, a flash of disappointment flashed in his eyes, his whole figure seemed to have his spine removed, he bowed softly, and his voice became indifferent: "But it's a pity that you are disappointed, the truth is not as you think."

"What's the meaning?!"

Steve and Sam were stunned, with surprised expressions on their faces.

"According to your definition I am indeed not the real 'Bucky'." Bucky glanced at them lightly, then slowly raised his hand, pointing at the still sluggish Winter Soldier, Word for word: "But again...he's not Bucky either."

"The real Bucky... is long dead."

"He died in the ice fields of Siberia, and was swallowed alive by a phantom for saving his best friend Steve Rogers."

"As for me......"

Bucky pointed to himself and said, "A clone born from Bucky's corpse, with all of Bucky's memories and past, resurrected by an unknown force..."

"And he, Bucky the Winter Soldier."

Bucky pointed at the Winter Soldier, his voice was like a cold wind of minus ten degrees, invading everyone's bone marrow, and sending out bursts of gloomy coldness: "It was an artificial clone created by using DNA genetic factors after I was captured by Hydra. body."

All... clones? !

Both Steve and Sam, their brains were like a storm, and their thinking came to a standstill.