Chapter 827 The Price of the Truth

The worst has happened...

Bucky has been trying his best to avoid bumping into his other self, especially in front of Steve, but unfortunately, God's plan is not as good as God's.

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

The Winter Soldier was in a worse mood at this time. His brain was completely in a state of confusion. He just looked at Bucky blankly, with a face that was almost identical to his. Some emotion surged deep in his heart, triggering the remaining 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 remained silent, his eyes lowered.

He neither chose to explain nor answer the Winter Soldier's questions, but used a complicated look that no one could understand, which was a mixture of many emotions, moving back and forth between Steve and the Winter Soldier.

"What exactly is going on?!"

Steve was completely confused.

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

From being confused at the beginning, to being dumbfounded, to feeling like I was struck by lightning, and then feeling disgusted and angry, my 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 ignored at first.

In the old S.H.I.E.L.D. base in New Jersey, the 'Bucky' who was chasing him and Natasha had the same metal arm, but the 'Bucky' who fought him had his left arm intact.

So here comes the question...

Who is the real Bucky?

After Steve hesitated for half a second, his face showed some confusion, and he turned to look at the silent Bucky, with a trace of doubt in his eyes: "Bucky... I remember that in Siberia, your left hand should be Crushed by a train wreck, right?"

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

This is a fact he has seen with his own eyes!

The two Buckies appeared in front of them. One of them had his left arm replaced with a metal prosthesis, while the other's left arm was intact. Whether it was true or false, the answer was already clear.

"Who...are you?!"

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

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

"I...am Bucky Barnes."

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

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

"Haha...have you seen it with your own eyes?"

Bucky sneered, shook his head, and asked in a tone that was partly questioning, partly contemptuous, and partly self-deprecating: "But didn't you also see with your own eyes that I was swallowed up by a void?"

Steve was speechless for a moment.

Indeed, this is undeniable.

Bucky was devoured by a Hollow, and he even blew it up with his own hands, leaving not even a bit of dregs left.

Logically speaking, Bucky could not survive, either in soul or body, but the fact was that two Buckys appeared.

"Steve..."

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

"You two...who is the real Bucky?" Steve's mind was in a state of confusion, and he had no intention of thinking about the deeper meaning of this sentence. He just wanted to figure out who was the real Bucky. base.

"Is this important?"

Bucky was silent for a moment and asked him.

"Very important!"

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

"If he is real and I am fake, then how are you going to treat me?" Bucky's eyes flickered and he asked again.

Faced with the question, Steve was stunned.

Because of this issue, he had never thought about it in detail. He just made a quick comment, but he didn't know how to deal with the fake Bucky.

Kill? captivity? Let it go?

None of these three options seemed to be the most correct one, but he had to force himself to make a choice among them.

"I have a question, Steve."

With a hint of compulsion in his eyes, Bucky looked directly at the panicked Steve and said, "If we have the same memory, the same past and feelings, and even the same DNA sequence, then... ..How should you define the 'truth and falsehood' in your words?"

Steve's face became extremely ugly, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes. 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 bear it anymore and interjected: "Even if they have the same experiences and memories, even if they have the same DNA and body, clones are always clones and cannot be changed. You are a product of science!"

"Clones...are they not human?" Bucky asked.

"Don't try to disturb us in this way!" Sam aimed the gun on 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 pay attention to Sam behind him. He just stared at Steve steadily 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 anymore. Those eyes were so sharp, as if two sharp knives had pierced his chest fiercely, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Yes...I'm sorry..."

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

"I see."

Bucky sighed deeply, and a flash of disappointment flashed in his eyes. His entire body seemed to have had his backbone ripped out, and he bowed limply. His voice became cold: "But it's a pity to disappoint you. The truth is not It’s what you think.”

"What's the meaning?!"

Steve and Sam were shocked and looked surprised.

"According to your definition, I am indeed not the real 'Bucky'." Bucky glanced at them lightly, then slowly raised his hand, pointed at the still stunned Winter Soldier, and said word by word: "But again... he's not Bucky either. "

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

"He died in the Siberian ice field, and was eaten alive by a hollow creature while saving his best friend Steve Rogers."

"As for me......"

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

"And him, Bucky the Winter Soldier."

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

Are they all... clones? !

Steve and Sam felt like a storm was blowing up in their brains, and their thinking came to a standstill.