The White Wolf's New Life

The White Wolf and The Government

Steve only had one goal in mind when he decided to build a house for him and Bucky. Peace. To forget about the world and all of its issues. Seeing how greatly Bucky benefited from not having to worry about somebody hurting him made Steve confident that he made the right choice.

Along with making sure to leave the world's issue outside of their steel gates, Steve wanted to make sure that Bucky could have a steady recovery. That he had the best therapist and the best possible chance of making himself more comfortable in the world. But sometimes things got in the way.

"Bucky, are you in here?" Steve asked, knocking on his bedroom door. When he got no answer, he opened his door. Bucky wasn't on his bed. He saw that the sensory room door was open. He went inside and saw Bucky was laying in his new swing that Nat got him for his birthday. He was playing with his little keyboard that the twins got him. Harley was sleeping on the floor under him. "Hey sweetheart."

"Hi." Bucky smiled at him.

"We have therapy today, remember? Can you go get dressed?"

"Bring this?" He pointed to his keyboard.

"Bud, I told you we can't bring your toys with us everywhere we go." Ever since they got the presents, Bucky has been obsessing a bit over everything. More so over the things that made music. Steve knew if Bucky had left anything behind at a location, he'll be upset more than anything. "If we bring it, we lose it. It stays here, it's safe. Okay?" Bucky frowned but nodded. He got out of his swing fort, as he called it, and went to get dressed.

Steve went in his room to get dressed, when he went back to Bucky's bedroom; he wasn't there. But he could hear the tv downstairs. He quickly went down and saw Bucky was rocking himself on the couch.

"You ready to go?"

"Have snack?"

"Yeah." Steve went in the kitchen and poured a bag of goldfish crackers. He also got Chase's toy from the freezer. "Okay, let's get going." He gave Chase his frozen peanut butter toy then they left.

Once they arrived to the therapy center, they had to wait because Dr. Simon was in a meeting with someone. Bucky didn't mind, he just sat on the floor, squeezing his muscles and eating his crackers. Steve occupied himself by reading a magazine.

"Mr. Rogers and Bucky?" Dr. Simon asked, opening the door to the lobby.

"We're here." Steve said putting the magazine away.

"I'm sorry about the wait. This is Stephanie, she will be shadowing me this week." Dr. Simon motioned to a young lady about college age.

"No problem, nice to meet you.." They went to his office. Bucky found his favorite toy to fidget with and sat by Steve on the couch.

"I hope everything has been well since our last visit. First off, let me say happy belated birthday Bucky."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Mr. Rogers, are there any concerning behaviors arising?"

"He's obsessing over his toys. But I wouldn't say it's concerning, because he's been doing this for months now."

"He's overly focused on something and nothing else can distract him, is that what you are referring to?"

"Yeah, but when I notice it he's mainly in his sensory room or he's sensory seeking. Like today he's been playing with his little keyboard pretty much all morning."

"Oh, what would you say is his obsessions?"

"Music for one. Um, that's really it."

"No tv shows or devices?"