The Mimic (HE/HIM VERSION)

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"Oh, you're here to save me, right?"

Y/n's shocked and upset attitude seemed to fade away once he heard Bruce's voice. A small glint of hope appeared in his eyes, a slight smile on his face as he looked over at the mirror. He truly believed that the team were there to break him out. That was the only thing that made sense. The team wouldn't lock him up, right? "You guys were fast! I thought I'd at least be able to see who captured me before you all arrived." He hummed with a slight laugh. He was so relieved to hear Bruce's voice. All he wanted was to go back to the compound and sleep.

Bruce frowned sadly, watching y/n from the other side of the mirror. He felt terrible about it all. But, as much as it was a painful sight, he believed that it was best for y/n. He could learn to control his powers with no risk of casualties, and Bruce could even try and wipe the code words from his mind. His hand hovered over the button to activate the microphone, but the hopeful smile on his face made him close his eyes. Y/n had no clue. He didn't want to watch that smile fall, but he knew he had to tell him. Bruce took in a sharp breath, finally pressing down the button. "Y/n-"

"Is Bucky with you? Can you put him on the microphone? I want to say hi." Y/n suddenly interrupted, sitting down on the edge of his bed. His eyes were full of excitement and hope. He truly thought that the team were breaking in to save him. "Or is he busy? I don't mind if he's busy, I'll see him in a minute anyway." He smiled. Y/n couldn't wait to see Bucky again, all he wanted was to be in his arms. "Do I need to stand back at all? I'm not really sure where the door is, all the white in here just makes it blend in." He hummed curiously, confused on why he wasn't getting a response from Bruce. But, y/n continued to ramble. He was just happy to speak to somebody that he knew and trusted. "How did you guys find m-"

"Y/n. Let me speak for a minute." Bruce cut in, guilt and stress obvious in his voice.

Y/n frowned as Bruce interrupted him. He sat up a little straighter, his smile seeming to falter. He didn't sound happy. He didn't sound happy at all. What had happened? Had Bucky been hurt? He took a nervous breath, tilting his head to the side slightly as he waited for Bruce to continue talking. Different scenarios were already racing through his mind of what Bruce was about to tell him, almost every single one being about the team. Did he hurt Nat during the outburst? Oh god, he'd never be able to forgive himself. Bruce was hiding something from him, but he still tried to hold out some form of hope.

The team were there to save him, right?

Bruce sighed heavily, leaning his hands against the desk as he watched the excitement begin to falter. He wasn't even sure how to tell him, but he knew he had to. He took a few moments to collect himself, trying to find any way to soften the blow, but it was impossible. "What happened in Lagos was more than just a little slip-up. You losing control of your powers ended up causing hundreds - possibly thousands - of casualties." Bruce begun. He spoke as clear and as slow as he could, wanting to make sure that y/n could hear him correctly. "Tony and I were the first to be called out to the scene, and we had to make an on-the-spot decision of where to take you. So, we decided to take you to the Raft. I tried my hardest to plead your case when the world governments called for you to be locked up, I promise you, I did. But the points that they made were ones that I simply couldn't argue with-"

"I'm a criminal? Bruce..." Y/n interrupted. That hopeful smile had disappeared. His whole face portrayed a look of utter betrayal, from the hurt in his eyes to the frown that was beginning to form. The people that he thought were breaking him out, were the ones that had locked him up. Wow.

His shoulders slumped slightly, gripping tightly onto the edge of the bed. Y/n felt like a child again. The man in the suit would betray him constantly, yet he still followed him blindly. It almost felt like deja vu. His bottom lip begun to wobble slightly as tears begun to form, but he quickly shook his head, forcing himself to stop before he cried. He was so hurt, so, so hurt. To protect himself from the sadness, his body always resulted to anger. He could feel the anger bubble up as he glared at the mirror, acting as if he could see Bruce through the two-way mirror. "I'm not a criminal, Bruce. I don't deserve to be in here!" Y/n begun to rant, his voice slowly getting louder and louder. "You're supposed to be family! You're supposed to have my back! Why-"

"Because you're unstable, y/n!" Bruce suddenly yelled, stopping y/n's ranting before he could make him feel any worse. "You can't control your powers. You're dangerous. Letting you walk free will put too many lives at risk." He snapped as if he was a scolding father. He felt so guilty, but in his mind, this was right for y/n. "This is for your own safety, and for the safety of the public. We can't risk any other casualties, y/n. In here, I can run tests and help you gain more control, and I can stop you before your body shuts down again." He explained in an irritated tone. Usually he never let the frustration get the best of him when talking to someone, especially y/n. But he couldn't help it. He was sick of him interrupting him and making him feel even worse.

Y/n almost jumped at the sound of Bruce yelling. He'd never heard him yell before. This was serious. It wasn't a sick joke.

The anger and the betrayal continued to grow. He pursed her lips together to stop his bottom lip from wobbling, the tears in his eyes threatening to pour. All he wanted to do was curl up and cry, but that wasn't an option. He had to muster up some confidence and anger. He had to put on a front to protect himself. Usually he wouldn't have to do that for Bruce. But he'd made it clear that they weren't family anymore. They were strangers. The Bruce he knew would never do this to him. Never.