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Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen:

They had Bucky at a nearby correctional facility, holding him until further notice. Sam and Josephine sat in the visitor area, waiting patiently for said further notice, whatever it was. The building was a concrete prison, the blocks painted with countless layers of white and blue paint, a stark line between each dull colour. Posters was tacked up along the walls, in the mix of warnings of drugs was John Walker's smiling face, pointing at them with the familiar words Cap is Back! in bold letters across the top. She rolled her eyes, looking to say something to Sam when a stern looking woman appeared in front of them.

"Sam. I've heard a lot about you. I'm Dr Raynor. I'm James' therapist." She spoke quickly, dark eyes showing the toll of her career. Sam stood up, taking her out stretched hand for a shake. 

"So nice to meet you." Sam nodded, "Thank you so much for getting him out."

Her brows knotted, "That was not me."

Chatter erupted by the entrance, "Christina!" A voice called, addressing the small audience that had circled the door. John Walker stood smiling at his fans, shaking hands as he hurried towards them.

Sam rolled his eyes, "You've got to be kidding me. You know him?"

"We had some field ops back in the day."

John straightened up as he stopped in front of them, still donning his suit. "I heard you were working with Bucky so I thought I'd step in." He looked to Sam, "Bucky's not going to be following a strict schedule any longer."

"We haven't finished our work. Who's authorized this?"

He smiled, looking quite smug as he pointed to himself. Josephine clicked her tongue, "Were you this cocky without that shield trapped to your back?"

They all looked down at her, even his therapist had a few inches on her. John's expression flickered to mild annoyance, opting to ignore her comment. Dr Raynor gave her an odd look, "You're Josephine, am I right?"

She nodded, "Yeah."

The woman only smiled, focusing her attention back to John as he continued his speech. "He's too valuable of an asset to have tied up. Just do whatever you have to do with him, them send him off to me. Got some unfinished business, him and I. You too Wilson, I'll see you all outside."

Bucky had trailed in behind them, eyeing John with the same annoyance he had during their first few encounters. He was leaned up against the long reception desk, glaring daggers at John's turned back. Dr Raynor approached him, a stern look on her face. "James, condition of your release session now. You too Sam."

The man shook his head, "That's okay. I'll be out here with--"

She was at a single door, hand on the metal knob. "That wasn't a request. Bring Josephine along, I have some words for her too."

Sam sighed, trailing behind Bucky as they shuffled through the tight space. "What does she want with me?" She whispered.

He shrugged, "Who knows."

They were lead down a poorly lit hall into a dark room. The door shut with a slam, a table set up in the middle with two chairs on one side, facing a singular one. Josephine stayed by the only exit, the room smelling of must and body oder. Both men took a seat, watching as Dr Raynor slapped a thick notebook onto the table's surface. "So," The woman said flipping to an empty page and drawing up a pen, she looked just as displeased as them. "Who would like to start."

"Look, Dr Raynor?" Sam began, "I get it. You want me to talk to Freaky Magoo over here. But I am one hundred percent okay."

She looked unconvinced, gazing between both of them. Tension hung in the air, she could see Bucky lower his head. She wondered what he was thinking about.