The White Wolf's New Life

The White Wolf's Interrogation pt. 2

After a few days of quiet for Bucky, he came out of his dissociative state. He was walking without trembling and talking in his usual short sentences. He was eating independently and playing a bit. The only thing difference people noticed was Bucky was now like velcro to Steve. He needed to be within eyesight or else he became very paranoid.

Steve was doing slightly better, he ate and got some sleep but he couldn't relax. Every time he saw men in black, he tensed up and put Bucky behind him. His trust with people were starting to thin out.

"Mr. Rogers, Ms. Romanoff made breakfast. She requests that you and Bucky eat." Friday said. Steve thought a bit, he wasn't hungry. He's basically had to force himself to eat these past few days. As for Bucky, today was the day of trying the interrogation again. If he got upset to the point of a meltdown, he throws up. If he doesn't eat, he won't corporate.

They just needed to eat lightly.

"Bucky, do you want to go eat?" Steve asked him. Bucky was playing with his Blue's Clues toy when he looked at Steve and nodded. Steve got his hand and they walked to the main room.

When they arrived, mostly everyone was here. Steve was surprised to see the Wakanda family and Loki was still here. Even more so to see Rumlow who wasn't there last time.

"Sweetheart, are you hungry?" Nat asked. Bucky nodded.

"Not a lot, Nat."

"You come eat too." The look Nat gave him left no room for argument. They sat down at the table. Nat gave them pancakes and eggs. It looked great and all but Steve felt sick.

Bucky dug into his food then he stared at Steve. "Daddy, eat."

"Buck."

Then Sam sat next to Bucky. "Can you tell me something, kid?" Bucky nodded. "Has he been eating?" Bucky whined. "Not really?" Bucky nodded. "Okay, he's a bit stressed and sometimes when people are stressed they lose their appetite. I'm sure once things calm down again, he'll try to eat the whole kitchen." Bucky smiled.

"All done."

"Let's go sit on the couch." Sam got his hand and they went to the couch. Steve sighed and laid his head on the table. Then he felt a hand on his back.

"Friday's been telling me you've been throwing up." Bruce whispered.

"It's nothing."

"You know I don't believe that. I know this is the source of it, but if you want anti-nausea medicine-"

"Bruce, no."

"Steve, you cannot be losing weight. Your body will only be able to go so long until it starts eating muscle." Bruce was right. He couldn't go much longer without food.

"If everything goes how I think it will today, I'll eat." Bruce nodded but he didn't look one hundred percent okay with how Steve was handling himself.

After everyone sort of had a calm morning, Everett Ross decided to ruin it. He came in with two men in black. Bucky whined and tried to hide his face in Sam's jacket.

"Why are you here?" Nat asked.

"His therapist is here. Can we get things started?" He asked.

"We'll be down there in a minute." Nat said. Steve got up and went to Bucky.

"Buck, we have to go." Steve said. Bucky whined.

"He's trembling." Sam said. Bucky was practically vibrating with tension. "Hey, you'll be okay. We all got you." Bucky peaked out from Sam's jacket.