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Double trouble (2)

Warnings - Blood, abuse/torture mentioned, young birth, drugs/weed, drugging tea, evil parents, blood, gunshot wounds, confusing language(?), angst

Since this is all fictional, please bear with the fact that they walk from Manhattan to Brooklyn in 30 minutes. Yes, I know it's almost a four hour walk, but in the name of fiction, it's 30 minutes. Also, the ages of Bucky and Steve are a little altered, but just pretend for me. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

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"The results are in," Bucky says, knocking on the door to an extra room Stark was generous enough to give you. It was mostly empty, the shelves with basic getty images inside with white and grey decor going all around. But it was huge, almost larger than your apartment if it had a kitchen and balcony attached.

And coincidentally, in the same wing as Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Natasha.

Looking up from where you were trying to text your coworkers as little details as possible, you find Bucky's nervous expression completely dissipate from his face. In real time, you watched him morph into grief. His shoulders slouched, and maybe it was from the weird events from the day, but it was like seeing him from before the war. The nice, simple guy before Hydra ever reached their grubby hands out to him and took everything he ever had. His home. Girlfriend. Arm. Then his memories. Bucky wasn't the soldier he was trained to be when he was with you, but the heartbroken twenty something year old who has to look at the love of his life and contemplate whether or not to kiss you, or sob. You figured he chose the ladder.

The last few hours have been nothing but awkward. From shock to complete anger, you've felt it all between since Bucky walked into your job down the street. It was like winning the lottery, except they got your ticket wrong, but they told you to hold on while they figured something out. Hope was out the window, dangling from the skyline to tempt anyone to jump on it, while disappointment was in the air as well as the ground, ready to be landed on.

From chaos to absolute madness, nothing was prepared when he saw you.

Sighing, you place your basically dead phone on the bed and try not to make eye contact with Bucky any further. You do your best to make sure he doesn't have to look at you for as long as possible, hoping to ease the tension that seemed to be created after lunch. "What's the verdict?" You ask, finally getting to your feet.

"Unsure." The look in his eyes screamed hopelessly in love with everything but you, while his tone had the hint of pure heartbreak, his hands being shoved into the pockets of his jeans as he started moving down the hallway. "I was coming to get you so we could all read them together."

"Oh great," you mumble, hoping that something could be answered despite not wanting the worst news for everyone involved. Especially Steve. "Christmas is coming early," you try to joke, and it works when you hear a small chuckle come out of the soldier.

Walking back into the medical wing, you see newer faces you haven't before. Your face was plastered back onto screens, and a man with a white coat was walking around, the multiple blood samples you and Steve had given being placed gently on a desk.

"Dr. Banner," Bucky calls, getting the man's attention as you look around what had to be a lab, "this is Y/N," he introduces, moving out of the way so you can meet Banner's eyes. And they widen.

"Holy macaroni," he says under his breath, not hesitating to walk up to you and put both his hands on your cheeks. "I've heard of dopplegangers and the rarity, but having a walking—"