Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 827: The price of truth

The worst has come...

Bucky has been trying his best to avoid running into another self, especially in front of Steve.

In order to distinguish the two Bucky, we will temporarily call the Bucky of Hydra the Winter Soldier.

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

"Bucky...Barnes..."

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

“…”

Bucky was silent, his eyes lowered.

He neither chose to explain, nor answered the Winter Soldier's question, but walked back and forth between Steve and the Winter Soldier with a complex look that mixed many emotions that no one could understand Converting.

"What the **** is going on?!"

Steve was in a daze.

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

From being stupefied at the beginning, to being dumbfounded later, to feeling like being struck by lightning, and then being disgusted and angry, 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 what he had overlooked at first.

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

So here comes the problem...

Who is the real Bucky?

After hesitating for half a second, Steve turned his head to look at the silent Bucky, with a trace of doubt in his eyes: "Bucky... I remember in Siberia, you His left hand should have been crushed by the wreckage, right?"

In the Siberian Ice Field that year, they were attacked by Hasward, and the entire train was overturned. Bucky happened to be hit by a falling heavy object, causing the entire left arm to be amputated.

This is the fact he saw with his own eyes!

There are two Buckys in front of you, one of whose left arm has been replaced with a metal prosthesis, while the other left arm is intact, whether it is true or not, the answer is ready to come out.

"Who are you...?!"

Steve's voice was trembling, his fists were clenched and his knuckles were raised, and a few veins appeared on his neck. It could be seen that he was very excited now.

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

"I... am Bucky Barnes."

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

"Then what's the matter with your left hand?" Steve's face was quite ugly, as if he was deliberately suppressing certain emotions, with a violent look in his eyes: "I saw it with my own eyes, your left hand was killed. The train broke!"

"Hehe...see it with your own eyes?"

Bucky sneered, shook his head, and asked with a three-point questioning, three-point contempt, and three-point self-deprecating tone: "But didn't you also see it with your own eyes back then, I was swallowed by a head Is it?"

Steve was at a loss for words.

Indeed, this is undeniable.

Bucky was devoured by a head, and he personally blew up the head, leaving no scum.

It stands to reason that no matter whether it is soul or body, it is impossible for Bucky to survive, but the fact is that there are two Buckys.

"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. He just wants to figure out who is the real Bucky. The real Bucky.

"Is this important?"

Bucky was silent for a while, 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, then what are you going to do with me?" Bucky asked again with his eyes flickering.

Faced with the questioning, Steve froze.

Because of this question, he never thought about it, it was just a quick talk, but he didn't know how to deal with the fake Bucky himself.

Kill? captivity? let go?

It seems that no matter which one of these three options is the most correct option, he has to force himself to make a choice among them.

"I have a question, Steve."

There was a hint of persecution in Bucky's eyes, he looked straight at the flustered Steve, and said, "If we have the same memory, the same past and feelings, and even the same DNA genetic sequence, then may I ask... .....how do you define the 'true and false' in your mouth?"

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

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

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

"Don't try to disturb us in this way!" Sam aimed the gun in his arm at Bucky's back, 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 pierced his chest viciously, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"I'm sorry..."

Steve's voice was weak, and he turned his head slightly to avoid Bucky's questioning. There was a complex look in his eyes, both guilt and remorse.

"I see."

Bucky sighed deeply, disappointment flashed in his eyes, his whole body seemed to have his spine removed, he bowed limply, and his voice became indifferent: "But it's a pity that I let you down, The truth is not what you think."

"What do you mean?!"

Steve and Sam were shocked, showing surprised expressions.

"According to your definition, I am indeed not the real 'Bucky'." Bucky glanced at them indifferently, then slowly raised his hand, pointing at the still sluggish Winter Soldier, saying every word Said: "But again...he is not Bucky~IndoMTL.com~ The real Bucky...has died long ago."

"He died on the ice sheet of Siberia, and was swallowed alive by a ghost for saving his best friend Steve Rogers."

"As for me..."

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

"And him, Bucky the Winter Soldier."

Bucky pointed at the Winter Soldier, his voice sounded like a cold wind of more than ten degrees below zero, invading everyone's bone marrow, and sending out bursts of coldness: "After I was captured by Hydra, I used DNA genetic factors to create man-made clones."

They're all... clones? !

For both Steve and Sam, it was as if a storm had blown up in their brains, and their thinking had stagnated.

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