Mother Earth ||| Bucky Barnes (2)

7 | 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫

𝙰𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙰 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙵𝙵
2016, 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚜𝚒𝚡

I had no idea what to say to the blonde haired woman who claimed to be my sister. I also had no idea what to say to the red haired woman who was my sister. I went with the first thing I couuld think of, which was to deny it.

"No, you're not. Natasha is my sister. I'm sorry, but I've never met you before today." I whispered, looking between the women in the small space we were in.

Yelena looked flaberghasted and deeply hurt at the same time. "You're lying. We are sisters. Natasha was eleven, I was seven and you were five when we were taken." She told me, and I furrowed my eyebrows.

It wasn't true. It couldn't be. "Nat? What is she talking about?" I asked, looking at Natasha.

She didn't answer me, instead, stayed staring at the ground. "Please remember me. I know you do." The blonde pleaded, tears forming in both of our eyes.

"I'm sorry. I don't. I don't know what you're talking about." I said, shaking my head.

Yelena took a deep breath, looking away to compose herself. I turned my attention to Natasha, growing increasingly angry with her every moment she ignored me.

I couldn't hold in my anger any longer. "Natasha!" I said firmly. "What is going on?" That did it, because she finally looked up, and I saw that her eyes were red.

"It's true, Les. Yelena is our sister. We grew up in Ohio, and in 1995, we were kidnapped and taken to the Red Room. They seperated the three of us, but especially you from us. Dreykov order Project: Terror on you, after you accidentally used your powers on him. The Project started a week after you got there, and I didn't see you again until I rescued you seven years ago. We heard all about you, and how you were never to graduate. They took all of your memories of your childhood away, and did something so you can't get them back. It's all true." Natasha spat out, refusing to look me in the eyes as she told me everything I should've already known.

She's a liar. And I want to punch something so bad right now. "Why? Why did you never tell me?" I asked her, fighting back tears.

Natasha looked from me, to Yelena. "You were never supposed to meet her, definitely not like this. It was better if you never knew." That did it. That broke my already broken heart.

Nothing made sense, nothing was as it seemed. In this moment, I wanted to disappear. I wanted to evaporate into thin air, and reappear in Bucky's loving arms. But I was stuck here, in an air vent in Budapest, trying to put the pieces of my life together.

"You kept this from me? For seven years?" I asked, voice breaking.

She could barely muster up a nod, but she did. And I let a tear fall. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way." Natasha whispered, looking at Yelena, who had been relatively quiet, and myself.

"No you're not. You're sorry that I found out." I said, all traces of sadness gone. Only anger was left behind. "You live knowing everything bad in our lives just like I do, but you got to know the good stuff too. You got to know her." I said, pointing to Yelena, who looked very sympathetic.

Natasha reached for my hand, but I pulled it back. "Les, I know I screwed up, but you are my sister. And you're her's too. We need you on this mission, because it involves you." She begged, a stray tear falling.

I shook my head, wiping my eyes. "Anything else you're not telling me?" I asked, staring into her green eyes.

Natasha shook her head, ever so slightly. "No. That's it." She whispered.