His second day at the facility was what they called adjustment day. Several nurses related there rules multiple times. Only a few stood out to him as difficult.
Being a new patient, Bucky had no privileges like some of the other 'residents.' At the facility, only Dr Evans called anyone a patient. Everyone else called them residents. There were residents and staff.
For his first breakfast, he saw a pile of pancakes. He hadn't had pancakes in years which made him excited. He found himself quickly disappointed. Someone in the past had made pancakes and he remembered them tasting much better.
"The food here is shit." A woman said, sitting down across from him. Bucky's eyes darted to the door, figuring out a fast escape plan should he need one. He should have thought of that before he sat down. "Marla. And your James right."
"Uh, right."
She grinned. "Your one of those people. The ones who don't talk much. What do you have bipolar disorder? Amnesia? PTSD?"
He shrugged and she giggled. "I have schizophrenia. It could be worse, multiple personality disorder."
She went on to talking about different types of disorders she'd seen here. He ate his breakfast, not really paying attention. He glanced about the room for Eden.
"She's not here." Marla said. "The woman you sat with last night. Sometimes she's here, sometimes they have to take her away."
"To where?"
"Somewhere where they keep her calm. She talks to herself a lot. Mutters in different languages 'bout how she can't remember."
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Fiksyen PeminatA FanFiction that takes place after the events of Civil War. Well, mostly. I've decided to take the view of what would have happened if Zemo was caught on time. Additionally, I have created my own character(s). Strong language later on.
