A New York Secret

Chapter Seventy-Three

Later that day, as they returned to the tower after shopping, Mary finally received the text telling her the MRI results for Bucky were ready. She also had a text from Jarvis to tell her the apartment had been fully cleaned while they were out.

"Do you want to stop by the med bay with me?" Mary asked Emily. "Bruce has the MRI results back and he's going to let us take a look."

Emily handed her bags over to Steve with a soft smile, then turned towards Mary. "Yeah, I'll come. Then we can talk with James when we get back. Just make sure you grab his file."

James rolled his eyes, his two bags in his hand. "I'm right here, you know."

"Yes," Emily laughed, "I know."

"We will go over everything with you, I promise." Mary told James.

"Alright," James replied with a nod just as the elevator stopped on the condo's floor. He stepped out then turned and waited for Steve.

Steve turned and quickly pecked Mary's cheek. "I'll see you when you come back."

"We won't be too long." Mary promised Steve. When the doors closed to take them to the med bay, Mary leaned against the wall of the elevator to rest a bit.

Emily turned to look at Mary and raised an eyebrow at her. "How long have you been feeling worn out?" she asked.

"I don't know, about an hour or so." Mary shrugged. "I think I'm going to take a nap after we go over the results with Bucky."

"That's not a bad idea," Emily replied. "If anything, I can go over the results with him and you can rest. I think you've overdone it a bit today."

"Let's see what the results are first. I don't want Steve worried though, if I go take a nap." Mary admitted.

"I don't think he'd be worried; he knows you should be taking it easy," she pointed out, watching Mary enter the password to get into the main medical room.

"He worries about me constantly overdoing it and needing a nap will confirm that I did overdo it." Mary explained. She led them to the other side of the room where Bruce was waiting in the office.

Emily sighed. "You can't keep this up for nine months, Mar. I'm sure he can tell that you're pushing yourself." She followed Mary to Bruce's office and greeted him with a partial smile.

"I don't try to push myself. I'm just so used to being up and doing stuff. I used to work twelve-hour shifts, so I mostly feel lazy now as it is." Mary explained. "Hey Bruce. Thanks for getting these results to the top of the priority list."

Bruce grinned knowingly and nodded, sitting behind his desk. "It's no problem. Besides research, James is my newest patient."

Mary took one of the seats on the other side of the desk, sighing softly. "He seems to be adjusting well."

"He does," Bruce nodded, then handed Mary his file. "He has significant PTSD. His scans are... different to say the least. The man has been through a lot in his life."

"PTSD was obvious from the start." Mary said as she opened the file. "What did the scans show? Do you think he will fully regain his memories of who he used to be?"

Bruce sighed. "It's hard to say. New memories are coming into him every day, but I'm not sure if he'll get everything back."

"How much of a recovery do you think he can make?" Mary asked, looking through the file.

"With time, a good support system, and therapy, I think he'll be alright. It won't be an easy recovery, but it's doable," Bruce answered.

Mary nodded. "He has the support system for sure. I hate to ask, but could you handle the therapy arrangements?"