Otherwise Known As... | Bucky Barnes

Chapter (19) Nineteen ~ ...Aunt Oliv

Fury told me about my nephew, and how I shouldn't be surprised when a grown-ass man walks into the room. After he told me about Tony, he left me alone with Steve's unconscious form, waiting for Tony to arrive.

Nick didn't tell me much about my nephew. Mostly just that he looked, acted, and supposedly had a very similar personality and intelligence to Howard. Oh, and that he was biologically about 10 or so years older than me.

While deep in thought about my nephew, I failed to miss the muffled shouting and heavy footsteps in the halls. All of a sudden, the door swung open, and there stood a man that looked so similar, yet so different to Howard that it was almost frightening.

We just stared at each other for a second, taking in each other's features, when a young-looking agent ran in behind my supposed nephew.

"I'm so sorry Agent Stark, he somehow got through all of our security and just ran in here-" I held up my hand, stopping the kid from his rambling.

"Nick was right, you do look like him." I motioned him to step into the room more, nodding to the chair beside Steve's bed.

As he sat, I asked for the agent to leave, which he reluctantly did.

My left hand cupped his cheek, looking over every detail of the man in front of me's face.

"You have his eyes..."

"I can't believe you're alive." He whispered, staring back at me.

"I can't either, to be honest." I chuckled. "So, did my playboy older brother finally get some poor girl knocked up, or did he actually settle down?" I asked, moving my hand back to my lap to fiddle with my fingers.

"Dear old dad somehow managed to convince someone to marry him. I don't think my poor mother knew what she was signing up for with him." Tony joked.

"That poor girl. How much of a shit father was he? And be honest."

"How bad do you think it was?" He asked, almost confused as to how I would know.

"Well, knowing my father and my brother, I would guess that he barely paid attention to you, didn't really approve of anything you ever did even if he was the one who told you to do it, didn't give any type of affection and was never around... any of this sound right?"

"Yeah, that all rings a bell." Tony held a sad smirk on his face. "How did you know?"

"That's how my dad was with Howard, and he already was picking up our fathers... traits, the older we got. Doesn't surprise me that he ended up turning out like him."

"Dad never talked about gramps so I wouldn't know." Tony shrugged, leaning back in his chair.

"Not that surprising since we got away as soon as we could." I nodded. "Now where is that son of a bitch anyway?" I finally asked.

"Who?"

"Jesus Christ," I mumbled, rolling my eyes. "Howard, your father? My brother. What's so important that he couldn't see his baby sister?"

"Um, dad- Howard and mom died in a car crash in 1991. That was more than twenty years ago." He frowned.

"...well... I did always say I knew that I would outlive that bastard." I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

I didn't want to think about it, I couldn't think about it, so I quickly changed the subject.

"So, tell me about yourself."

"Well, there's not much to tell..." He smirked.

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"You have a what?!" I screamed, my eyes almost popping out of my head.