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Before the war Bucky Barnes was a normal boy living in Brooklyn. He looked out for his friend, he smiled at pretty ladies and if one showed up on his house, uninvited, with ripped clothes, hair falling down on her shoulder and bleeding in some spots he would definitely help her out.
Right now, looking at the pretty women in front of him, with this same way, all he could think is how the hell she showed up here, and who the hell is she? Right now all he could think was danger.
"Bucky?" And Bucky could swear he is listening to Steve voices and what the fuck is happening?"
"Steve? What the hell?" He asks, lowering his gun, looking at the blind guy dressed just like his Steve Rogers, like his Captain America.
"Who is she?" Asks Steve turning to the women in front of them, making Bucky remember that he doesn't know this girl and point that gun again at the same time Steve picks his shield and... He was almost sure that the shield was with Sam right now.
"What the hell is happening here?" And right now Bucky could swear he is going crazy because Natasha is right there, looking at them, suspicious eyes, making him lowering his gun again with his heart breaking again. "Who is she?" Romanov asks gun pointed at the brunette girl and reminding Bucky that he should be careful with the unknown women.
"C'mon" The brunette groans but before she could say something Banner and Sam showed up running.
"What the hell?" Sam screams looking at Natasha and Steve. " What are they doing here? " He asks Bucky and all Bucky wants to do is scream that he is as confused as his friend " Who the hell is her?"
"How come you get all confused and cute with each other and get all armed at the moment you look at me? " The brunette asks, hands up and face clearly tired. Messy hair but most of it still on a bun and hell, Bucky really thinks she is familiar. “Really, is always like that? See Captain America, everyone goes awe, see me and everyone thinks ‘hey, let's put a gun on her face’. Even She is better than me, how?” She asks pointing her hand at the red haired girl but as soon as the all go stiff she went on putting back at her
“We don’t know you. At all. Why would we be cool with you?” Natasha asked, still gun pointed at the brunette and Bucky really, like, really wanted to lay down and sleep. He is so tired.
“You don’t know me…” The strange whispered, as though as they should know about her, should know her and well, Bucky wants to scream.
The winter soldier was tired, he really didn’t get why he would want to be a hero, but here he is, right?
He looks at Sam, searching some sign, searches some recognition, He was there before Bucky so maybe he knew her but he sees nothing. None of them know them. None of them know who the hell this girl is.
“Who are you?” The voice of the Hulk spoks behind him and Barnes is getting tired of people showing up behind him. “And how they are here?”
When things got so complicated?
They all got seated on the conference room. All of them, the revived ones, Sam, Hulk, Clint, him and the stranger girl. All seated on the table, looking at each other.
His head is starting to hurt and he really wants to lay down and sleep, let his mind wonder and not think about everything. He is being good, eating, sleeping, taking showers regularly, he is good. So why, why this is happening to him? He is sure that he made the funeral for both of his friends. He buried Steve, the olde Steve, the one with wrinkles, white hair and a spouse. He mourned Natasha, the beautiful red one, the one he saw when was a young one, the one he fight, with and beside, he mourned her.
“How are you back?” Sam asks, almost reaching at Steve and Nat. “Are you, you?”
“Well, my last memories was getting ready to give the stones back, so I guess I am me?” Steve wonders, face serious, eyes looking at both his hands on the glass table. “I don’t know what happened, I didn’t thought time had passed...Time has passed, right?” He asks, looking so lost.
Bucky wonders if he felt like that when he got out of the ice and saw that 70 years had passed.
“If I may say something, Sergeant?” A sweet and rough voice speaks making All of them look at the ceiling. “I scanned them and they seemed to be the same from here…”
“Oh, Thank you, Jocasta. What about her?” Dr. Hulk asks looking at the stranger that was smiling to the ceiling.
“She doesn’t have the any compatibilities with anyone in my database, I’m sorry Dr. Banner.” As soon as Jocasta finishes every eyes turned to the dark haired girl who is smiling to the ceiling, with eyes almost close, like she was pleased with something she did.
“What happened to Friday?” Natasha asks turning herself to her friends.
“They are with Pepper and Morgan. We thought that it wasn't to have her with us…” Sam explains looking at his hands and attracting the Stranger attention “So Pepper gave us Jocasta, she told us that Tony made her but never actually used, and that she was the same as Friday but younger.”
“Younger?” Steve asks looking confused and Bucky understood him. This things were so confusing.
“Yeah, Friday and Jarvis were learning Ais. They learned as they grew up, and Jocasta is the same. She is learning still, right doll?” Bucky tries to explain exactly how Pepper and Rhodey explained to them.
“What happened to Jarvis?” For the first time the Stranger asks something.
Bucky really needs to know her name and stopping to call her Stranger.
“He is dead.”
“Dead? How?’ Telling that she is confused was a euphemism, she looks like she isn’t understand anything that happened and what Bucky is thinking at the moment was how the hell she know Jarvis. Maybe she was a friend of Stark? Before Avengers? That’s why no one recognized her?
“Ultron destroyed him….”
“Ultron? The hell? How the hell Ultron destroyed Jarvis?” The woman interrupts Clint standing up and looking at all of them with her eyes wide open?
“Well, if it wasn’t for Tony Stark we wouldn’t have Ultron, right?” Clint rolls his eyes.
“Stark? What?...”
“Okay? And Why do you want to know that, huh? Who are you? Where are you from? Because it's just us talking here and you are acting as you know Jarvis and everything around here and we don’t know anything about you.” Natasha asks standing up too and looking right into the new girl eyes. “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m from another Universe” She starts, sitting down slowly “My name is Natasha…”
“Natasha Romanov? Are you telling me that you are the black widow from another universe?” appreciated