Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Therapy-Chapter 1

y/n's pov:

     To say I'm tired would definitely be an understatement. I woke up about 40 minutes ago and just realized I have therapy today. Don't get me wrong, I do need the therapy, but im only going to make my mom happy, I would never disappoint her. She had suggested it to me awhile ago, and it took me a few months to make up my mind and go. My therapist is definitely not my favorite but we have respect for each other. I go to her when I need her and she'll always try to help no matter how stupid the reason.

     As I'm walking to her office I think about life, cliché I know but It's always a topic to think about. "G'morning Mrs. Raynor" I say sitting on the small couch in front of her. "How many times y/n? Call me Christina" she says back. "It doesn't seem professional, though" I say "I feel awkward saying it".

*Not me skipping the whole convo cuz I'm lazy af and can't think of any trauma rn💀*

     "Don't forget we're doing groups tomorrow!" Mrs. Raynor reminds me as I'm walking out the door of the office. Of course. How could I forget about that. Every one and awhile Mrs. Raynor pairs two of her patients up, with our permission of course, and have them talk with her together. Last time she did groups I got paired up with a kid, probably about 15. Apparently she was taken out of an abusive household. I felt bad, no one, especially kids should go through that.

     After I got out of the place, I drove to Starbucks. The place is hella expensive, but it's the first thing that came to mind. As I walked up to the door I noticed a paper barely hanging onto the door with a single piece of tape. 'We are closing for the week due to a shortage of staff, Sorry.' I said in my brain, reading off what the paper says. Well what the fuck happened at Starbucks? Why would they be "Short staffed" for an entire week?! Well thank god cause' I would probably go bankrupt if I actually got a drink. Oh well, there's apple juice at home.

     Once I got back home it was about 3 in the afternoon. I decided now was a good time to take a shower, so I grabbed some random t-shirt and some plain black sweatpants. After I got out it was 4:23, and yes I take long ass showers. "20 Bucks straight to the water bill" I said to myself.

     Of course I didn't go to bed straight away, I got onto my phone as any other sane person would do. Once my phone died I took it as a sign to go to fucking bed. As I sat there on my bed, wrapped up in a soft blanket, my mind felt blank. Almost like the blank lined page that used to always sit on my desk after being told by my teacher to write a paragraph about something like the book I just read. I would always fake read to get away with it. Don't get me wrong I'm a great reader, I just didn't want to. If that makes any sense. I drifted to sleep thinking of my middle school years.

 *Mornin' time, 10:30 A.M*

     I woke up to the sound of my phone going crazy, practically screaming at me as if it were my mom after me waking up late for school. I groaned, sitting up to hit the 'stop' button on my phone. I got up changing into an black AC/DC t-shirt with some baggy jeans. FUCK. I forgot about  therapy, groups are today. Well damn, looks like I really did need the reminder. I grab my phone and wallet, then head out the door. 

     "Good morning y/n" Mrs. Raynor says, sounding like she's really excited but trying to sound calm. "Excited? For what?" I ask, really wanting to know. "Well you already know but today is group day and the person I'm partnering you with today could definitely have someone like you" She says. "What do you mean... like me?" You say pausing. "Well from what I can tell, you listen more than you talk, and your partner has a hell of a lot to talk about" she says, as I sit down.

     Three brief knocks come from the door, a few seconds before it's opened by a guy, looking to be in his 30's, with stubble across his jaw, short brown hair, and finally his frown which, judging by his demeanor, will most likely stay there on his face.