A/N - I'm back!! So excited to be writing this again, I've found inspiration and I have time to write nowadays. Updates will be AT LEAST every Friday until otherwise stated. :) Requests are open! I can write VERY LIGHT lemons/regular limes, but no smut. Message me if you have a request, or any questions pertaining to this fic.
Word Count: 310
Warnings: Some mentions of past trauma/none
PART TWO of this will be coming shortly, I'm waiting to see the response the rebirth of this story goes lol
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Bucky's metal arm caught the light shining through the slightly parted curtains. He didn't like open windows. Open felt vulnerable. Vulnerable was dangerous.
"Why don't we open the windows a bit more today? I think that would aid you in your recovery, Mr. Barnes." Y/n said calmly from her desk, a clipboard held lightly in her hands.
He grunted quietly from his blue cloth chair; his weight causing it to creak as he stood up. With his flesh hand he parted the window a few more inches; progress.
The light caught his masculine features as if an artist had painted them upon canvas, and his metal arm shone brightly throughout the room.
"Thank you." She paused, "How are you today?"
He spoke monotonously, "As well as I deserve."
"And how is that?" Y/n asked clicking her pen in her hand.
"Fine." He stated simply.
Y/n sighed and adjusted her h/c locks, "Would you care to expand on that Mr. Barnes?"
He exhaled sharply, "Bucky."
The doctor smiled, "Okay, Bucky-" She paused, testing the new name out on her tongue, "Is there anything you feel would be beneficial to get off our your chest?"
He sat silently for about a minute or so, leaving Dr. Y/l/n to believe she was being ignored. She sighed lightly.
"I want to be normal." He whispered.
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Bucky Barnes Imagines
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