Neighbours (Bucky Barnes x OC)

Fifteen

Bucky

"So, James, any updates?"

Bucky sat in the therapist office, focusing in on the books behind the woman. Therapy was part of his parole, he fixed his issues and the government left him alone. The pleasure of being an ex assassin.

"These sessions don't work if you don't speak to me." He stared at her then, feeling pissed off that she pried so much into his life. This all seemed like such a good idea at the time but right now he'd rather be in the raft. Then again, being locked up is not ideal.

"I have nothing to say. I'm working on it."

The woman nodded, writing down in her stupid notebook. Bucky hated it, he wanted nothing more than to know what was being written about him. The book reminded him too much of the little red star book with his whole programming in. He was lucky he didn't show much emotion on his face or he would've shuddered, the memories creeping back in.

"Do you still have nightmares James?"

Every night.

"Not anymore." She nodded again, scribbling away in that stupid fucking book. He wanted to rip it up.

"What about dating?" Bucky's jaw clenched, sick of having the constant push of someone trying to dictate his life. It couldn't be dictated. He couldn't let someone that close to him. Including Lia. Maybe if he gives up some information she'll drop the nightmares.

"I met a girl." She urged him to go on, Bucky clenching his fingers inside his gloves. "She's blonde, tallish, light hearted, big boobs, nice ass-"

"James." Her tone warned him and he smirked in response.

"You wanted the details doc." The doctor shook her head, writing more shit down in the book. He'd love to get his hands on it.

"Are you taking her out? Or just being casual with her?" Bucky's eyebrows creased as he licked his bottom lip, really concentrating on his next words.

"Not sure yet." The timer buzzed, signalling his time was up and he practically jumped out of his seat. "See you next week doc."

Bucky grinned, leaving quickly before the therapist could usher another word to him. He couldn't deal with this right now, he just wanted to take out a pretty girl and be normal for a night. Nothing could ever be normal for him though, everything came with consequences. The mission got in the way though. The flag smashers. John fucking Walker.

He practically ran back to his apartment, keeping his head down out of fear anyone would recognise him. He couldn't deal with being shouted at on the streets today. He needed her.