Chapter 8 - Making new friends

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On the jet ride home, the man with brown hair let me borrow some spare clothing from his bag. (Image above.) "There you go." He said, patting me on the shoulder. "We're here!" Called the blonde man, who I learned his name was Steve. I also learned that the other man was called Bucky and the girl was called Steph. "Don't be scared." Said Bucky, noticing my tense structure. "It'll be fine. Just stay next to, with or behind me. Ok?" He asked me. "Yeah, thanks Bucky. I owe you lots." I said, smiling. 

(Time skip to when they are just outside the doors to the living room in which every single one of the rest of the Avengers were in.) (Confusing, I know. I got confused writing it.)

"You ready?" Asked Steve. "No. But, I suppose I never will be." I said, shrugging. "Let's go." I said, looking down on my three new friends.

"We're home!" Shouted Steve, shocking everyone, causing them to jump up in surprise. "Where's Stecky?" Asked a voice. Others joined until the point when Steph had to go and make them shut up to let Steve explain. "Stecky has had an experimental procedure to turn her into a boy. She now calls herself Stucky." He explained. "Bucky! You can bring them in now!" He called from the other side of the door. 

Slowly walking me through the tall white doors, Bucky tensed up, preparing for the impact. Instead, we just heard lots of gasps. "Stucky you are hot." Said a man with a blue light shining through his black t-shirt. "Bruce, can you take Stucky to the lab and check his DNA? I want to know who his parents are." Steve said as Bucky handed me over to a man Steve called 'Bruce'.

"Don't worry Stucky. Just sit on the table." He said, turning to a draw, getting out a syringe. "I just need to have some of your blood." "No need for a needle." I said. "Just take some from my still-open cuts in my back." I said, pulling off the black shirt. What he saw wasn't pretty. "Guys? You might want to see this." He said through the intercom, not taking his eyes off of my back.

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