Destruction ━ Bucky Barnes [2]

11 ━ EXHAUSTION

DESTRUCTION.
( chapter eleven. )

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Edited 12/27/2015 @3:29 AM
Edited 10/01/2018 @1:20 AM

  UPON THEIR ARRIVAL BACK AT THE Avenger's Tower, Andrea watched with a frown as Clint was rushed out of the quin-jet. She couldn't help but feel guilty as she watched him being wheeled out of sight, as if there was something she could've done to prevent this from happening. She knew there wasn't, but that didn't make the weight on her shoulders feel any less heavier.

  How many more failures would she have to carry on her back before she completely fell apart? Before she stopped trying at all? To give up was the last thing she wanted, but as each day passed the weight of all she'd done only seemed to get harder and harder to carry.

  The brunette reached for her phone, biting her lip almost nervously. She knew it wouldn't be much help considering she hardly ever spoke. But, a visit to the therapist Tony had recommended wouldn't hurt. Having reassurance from someone qualified to talk to people about their problems should help her better understand the situation she was struggling with.

  Or, so Andy hoped.

  But, did she really want to let out everything she'd been trying so hard to hold in? She could hardly even begin to imagine opening up with her friends, nonetheless a stranger. How could she possibly expect to receive comfort or ease from this? Andrea, still sitting on the bench where Nat had stitched her up, hung her head as she struggled through this internal debate.

  If she didn't get help now, she knew these feelings would only worsen. A breakdown (especially one in front of everyone) was the last thing she needed. It took a while, but after finally making a decision, the female stepped outside the jet to make the call.

  The phone rang once, twice, before the receptionist finally answered. "Hello, this is Andrea Jones. I'd like to make an appointment with Mrs. Kinswell for five o'clock?" Upon hearing this, the receptionist informed her that her appointment had been booked and confirmed that the time was for five o'clock that evening.

  Finishing up with the call, Andrea said her goodbyes before hanging up. Her heartbeat had spiked almost as soon as the receptionist had answered. There was no denying that she was nervous, it was her first time actually making the call rather than staring at the phone in debate with herself. Now, it had been set in stone and there was no turning back.

  Sure, she could make an excuse or just not show up. But, in the end, it would only make her feel worse. Andy heaved a heavy sigh, lips pressed against the screen of her phone as she mulled over this. "You alright?" The brunette turned at the sound of Tony's voice, watching as he made his way out of the quin-jet. In reply to his question, the Jones woman only smiled softly and nodded.