PS: yes I did forget about the Wakanda people when writing this -or well the fact that Bucky knows them and stuff- so my bad, I'm sorry.
Wakanda forever! *fists on chest thing*
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Bucky was at an appointment with his therapist: Dr. Raynor.
It was going about as smoothly as it ever did, when suddenly Raynor brought up that James was lonely.
He was, at least a bit, obviously. But he still didn't like to hear it, so he glared at her with a line on his lips.
"You should get tinder, make an account, try to find love" she suggests, and when James hesitated to answer, she wrote it down in her book.
"I actually already have someone I like" he said finally, discreetly doing his open-close hand fidget.
"Who?"
Bucky inhaled sharply, he didn't trust that this woman wasn't a cis-hetero-normative bitch.
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"H-hey Sam, are you busy?"
"No"
"Cool- can you come pick me up? I'm sorry I just-"
"Who's that in the background?"
"M-my therapist- she's trying to attack me-"
"I'll be there soon" Sam said very seriously before hanging up the phone, just hearing the other's stammered thank you before they were cut off by the line ending.
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The two were now in Sam's car, it was raining out and it was cold. Dark clouds owned the sky and their water dropped down heavily on the windshield.
After a bit of silence, Bucky spoke, doing his fidget thing. "Hey... I'm sorry, I just didn't know who else to call and-"
"Don't" Sam interrupted sternly, yet gently. Bucky stopped his ramble. "It's not a problem, man. Weither you're a minute away or ten hours, I don't care: if you need me, I'll be there"
"Thank you for coming to get me"
Sam gave a nod in response, before adding words to emphasize "Don't worry 'bout it, I care about you man" and patting the brunette on the shoulder.
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Now they were at Sam's apartment, and Bucky was no longer wet as the heat of the car had dried him and the layers he wore. But he was still cold so Sam went to get him a blanket.
Sam was actually able to make out some of the words Bucky's therapist was screaming at him:
"You can't love a man! That's sin! You'll go to hell for that shit! Listen to me and give up this foolish faze, listen to me because I care about you!"
"Bullshit- loving someone isn't wrong and telling me to give that up proves that you don't care. You shouldn't even have a therapist license-"
"Shut it boy you don't deserve to live!"
That's when Sam intervened, and Sam swore he heard something akin to a gun cocking in the background as Bucky replied.
Sam sighed, walking out of his room and into the living room; a hoodie in his hand which he tossed at Bucky.
Bucky caught it without looking, hand having snapped behind his head. Bucky brought the item into view and looked at it in question as he turned around to face Sam "I couldn't find any blankets. I got you the biggest one I could find so hopefully it doesn't tug at your metal arm or anything" Sam explained, tone sort of apologetic.
