The Therapist

Plans

Bucky
That was eventful.

'You mean starting off your day with yelling at an innocent woman? What, No I wouldn't label that as Eventful. Maybe Rude, Arrogant, Inconsid-'
Okay I get it. I screwed up, but that's not my fault I have so many trust issues.

I was currently in my new room, looking around, trying to remember and process past events that lead me to my current confrontation.

I mean it's not like I had to unpack or anything. Having only a back pack that wasn't filled with much. I kept it in the corner.

I still can't believe I have to go to therapy. -Stupid Pardon- I shouldn't have listened to Steve punk

Why would it be any different with this chick.

I admit I was a bit shocked when she didn't recognize me at first, but I shouldn't have let my guard down, not even a little bit.

As I'm thinking over everything there's a knock at my door.

It must be Steve. Probably trying to convince me to give therapy a chance.

"Look Steve I'm not in the mood. So you might as well just give up on convincing me to like therapy." I say blunt

No response. Just another knock.

Getting up I walk to the door and yank it open. Just as the person was about to knock again.

Surprisingly it's the lady from this morning.

Quickly putting her hand down she looks startled.

'I mean you are super human. Thus making your reflexes faster than that if a normal human being'
True.

Still not speaking. She just looks at me. It's almost as if she's.... judging me.

I knew it. She probably thinks I'm some monster, and she's trying to figure out how to handle me. Well I got news for her, that's not going to happen.

"What do you want?" I ask

"Oh s-sorry. I just- wa-" she pauses in takes a deep breath.

Good. She's scared of me, Which means, she's not going to try anything.

"I just wanted to say.... I'm your new neighbor." She awkwardly smiles.

No.

No.

No!

I moved to this floor By Myself for a reason. Not so this therapist chick can come on it and invade my space

"What?"

"Yeah...Steve thought it would be better if I was on the same floor as you, sense I am your caretaker. Well at least until iv'e deemed you as ok."

Fucking punk.

Wait. Back track, she's my What!

"You're my what?"

"Uh.... caretaker." She says in a cautious tone.

With no words I slam the door shut.

This can't be happening right now. Maybe it's all just a crazy dream?

There's another knock on the door and iv'e just about lost my shit. I'm about to tell this lady to Fuck off and that I don't need a therapist.

A pull open the door. Only to yet again be surprised when I see it's not the Therapist anymore, but rather the punk who got me into this mess.

"What happened?"

"I can ask you the exact same question."

I drag Steve into the room.

Before he can even get a word I cut him off.

"Now therapist. I can deal with that. But Caretaker that-that is a new low, even for You Steve. But not only that you moved her onto my floor!"

"If you let me get a word in. I was on my way to tell you the whole plan. That in reality I was supposed to tell you while we were in Liz's office, but Somebody stormed out before I could get to it."

"Who's Liz?"
"That would be me" a small and petite voice spoke up from the background

Turning my head I see it's the lady from before. Well that's just Fantastic

"Yes her name is doctor Elizabeth Williams And she is going to be helping you sort out your past, and help you remember."

Seriously.
How is this chick going to help me remember my past without any kind of weird machines... unless?

As if reading my mind Elizabeth answers my internal question

"And no I'm not going to use any kinds of machines on you, it's all through talking and psychological practices." She answers. And I'm not going to lie... I do feel a little better doing this now.
But I wouldn't tell anyone that.

"Ok. I'll do it." I answer vaguely

"Wait really. Your ok with it." Steve ask making sure he heard me correctly.

Even the doctor looked shocked, by my quick compliance. Good

"Well that's great news!" Steve says excited

"Yea That is?" The doctor says in a more cautious and worried tone. Not understanding what changed.

Steve obviously didn't notice. He's usually like that when he's excited about something, that he'll rule out all other factors. Also good

If I have to accept this 'Elizabeth' lady as my therapist, then I'm going to make her life a living hell, cause the only way to get her off my back is for her to quit.

And trust I will get her to give up. If it's the last thing I do.

Stupid therapist.

Time skip
After explaining the next couple months.

"Ok. Now that Liz is gone, what's really going on with you."
Maybe he did catch on?

"What do you mean?"
You know what I mean. How can you go from absolutely Loathing the idea of having a therapist to all of a sudden being compliant?"
Fuck
"Because I realized that... maybe I should... try and get help when it's offered, instead of pushing it away."
I answered half heartedly.

Steve's face softened at that. Any traces of doubt gone.

"Ok. I'm glad you're putting in effort" Steve says smiling

"Ohh yea. I'm going to put in a lot of effort, don't worry"

"Ok well ima head out. I have training with Nat. And you know how she is about late comers"

That's true. One time Clint was late to training by 20minutes, and she beat him to his core and told him to never be late again I quote 'cause if you think this is bad, try being late again and see what happens'.

No one was ever slacking with Nat.
And I respect that.

But now time for my own plan on how to get Elizabeth out of my life. Permanently