Not A Weapon

Chapter One- Favour

"I can't do Monday for next week's appointment, so how's Tuesday for you? At one o'clock?" I asked my patient. He was forty three, and suffering from PTSD after serving in the army. He shook his head dully. 

"I'm busy then" He said in a monotone voice.

I sighed, he was obviously lying. "No, you're not. I'll see you then, okay?" I asked, then when he didn't reply, I nodded, smiling lightly. "Okay, bye" I said. He frowned a little, then rolled his eyes and left. I shook my head, still smiling, and took down some notes about our session. He was doing a lot better then when I started with him a month ago. I know it wasn't that long, but what can I say? I'm good at my job. I filled in 'Alexandra Gray' in the 'Name Of Counselor' section of my report.

I put away the folder in my drawer and grabbed my phone, checking it before slipping it in my pocket and turning off the lights, leaving my office. I locked the door behind me and walked down the hall to the entrance. As I passed by the waiting area, I noticed a very familiar face snoozing in a chair in the corner.

I stopped walking towards the door and instead neared the man. He was snoring lightly, and I smiled at the sight. "Steve?" I woke him quietly. He cracked his eyes open and shook his head groggily. 

"Hello Alex" He grinned. 

"Hey, what're you doing here?" I asked. His smile faded a little and he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, getting up. He sighed deeply, and I didn't need to read his feelings to tell that he was tired and stressed. "Fury working you too hard?" I asked gently. He shook his head a little. 

"Something like that." He said. 

"Walk with me. You feel like dinner?" I asked him. He nodded in a way that made me suspicious that he hadn't eaten in a good while.

"Let's go!" I said, flinging the double doors open and stepping out and into my car. Steve got into the passenger seat and we buckled our seatbelts. 

"So, how's the counseling job going?" Steve asked after a moment of silence. I pulled out of the parking and onto the street before replying. 

"It's good. Better than the interrogation job at SHIELD." I told him. He nodded. 

"I understand" He said.

Back before this job, I worked at SHIELD. I quit SHIELD not too long ago, and got this job. It's been around a couple of months. See; Fury discovered my abilities and then convinced me to work for him, as an interrogator. My 'abilities' are unique. I'm not sure where I got them from, and I'm not exactly dying to know either. I can read minds and feel people's emotions, and even go through their memories.

I used it for Fury, but I was never comfortable with the job. After two years I quit it, but not before making friends with all the Avengers. They were quite the gang, and the closest thing to family I ever had. "So, where are we going?" Steve asked, pulling me out of my daze. 

"Oh, a little restaurant that my friend owns" I said.

He nodded. "So, what were you here for anyway?" I asked. He didn't say anything, so I waited until we were seated at a table in the small Italian restaurant before asking again. "Steve, I know this isn't just some random visit, what's up?" I asked him after we ordered. He looked at me blankly, then shook his head, smiling weakly at me. 

"Sorry, I was just thinking. I need your help Alex" He said.

I frowned a little. "I'm not doing any jobs for Fury" I stated. "I quit SHIELD for a reason, I can't deal with interrogating people, I want to help, not traumatize people" He frowned at this. 

"You helped me when you were working for Fury" He said. Before I could reply he continued. "And anyway, this job isn't for Fury, it's me. I need a favour.

I raised an eyebrow. "What kind of favour?" I asked. The food came at that moment, and Steve dug in immediately, ignoring my question. I huffed and began to eat my own food, watching Steve. Yup, he definitely hasn't eaten in a while. I thought. We finished, and as I was waiting for the bill, I looked to Steve.

I hadn't gotten a word out of him while he was eating, so I was getting impatient. "Look, I can't help you with a favour if I don't know what it is, so just please tell me what it is that you need." I told him. He nodded. 

"I need you to help someone, like counseling, except that he is probably the worst case that you will ever see in your life." I frowned at this. 

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Do you remember me telling you about Bucky? James Barnes, pretty much the only friend I ever had growing up" I nodded a little. "I think so." I said. "He was the only one from your team in the army to die right?" I asked.

He nodded, then shook his head. "Not exactly" He said. I raised my eyebrows. 

"What exactly then?" I asked. Someone came with the check and I sighed inwardly, these things kept interrupting at the most irritating moments. I paid and we left the restaurant and got in the car.

"Mine or yours?" I asked. 

"Yours. My apartment's a mess" He said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. I smiled. 

"It's fine, mine would be too, if I didn't have my new boss over yesterday." He chuckled and my smile widened. We pulled into the driveway of my small house and I turned off the engine.

We went inside, I slipped off my flats and watched him take off his shoes before throwing my keys onto the kitchen counter and turned on the coffee machine, brewing a cup for me before speaking up. "Coffee, tea, hot chocolate?" I asked. 

"Coffee please." I nodded and brewed a cup for him too, putting out cookies onto the table and handing him his coffee, taking a seat on the couch.

He sat on the opposite end of the couch I was on and sipped his coffee, perking up at the caffeine-filled drink. I drank some of my own cup and then set it down on the table. "So what happened? You were going to tell me something about bucky" I reminded him.

He nodded grimly. "Do you remember the man who tried to assassinate Fury?" He asked. I nodded, remembering how Fury's pretend death had affected me. I hadn't realized that I cared about him until he supposedly died. He was a sort of father figure to me. Or as close to one as I was going to get.

I felt an incredible sadness from Steve, and gently put my hand over his. "What happened Steve?" I asked quietly. 

"I saw him. I knew him. It was Bucky. It was Bucky, and I knew him, but he didn't even recognize me. He didn't even recognize his own name" He whispered sadly.

My brow furrowed as I tried to process this information. "What happened to him?" I asked, my voice just above a whisper. "HYDRA" was Steve's only response.

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