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Day 3

Day 3
    Bucky was given a day alone, except for meal times. He didn't see Eden at any of the three meals that day. Nor at breakfast the next morning. However, at lunch Eden was at the back of the room like Day 1. Bucky didn't see Dr. Evans anywhere.
    Bucky sat down across from her like he did the first time. Eden didn't get up and run like the first time. Instead, she continued eating her food, which again, matched his.
    He found the food to be rather bland but at least it wasn't disgusting.
    "Good afternoon." He said. She looked up from her food then went back to eating. Bucky decided, she was either deaf or didn't speak English. So he tried French. Again, she looked up then went back to her food. Same for Italian. He would have tried Russian had she not replied in Russian first.
    "Добрый день." She said calmly. That was when Dr Evans appeared.
    Eden immediately tensed. She had been relaxed earlier but now she started watching everyone and everything that moved.
    "Good afternoon, James, Eden." Dr. Evans said sweetly. Bucky found himself tensing. He didn't know why.
    Dr. Evans was the only person he really liked. Colin was always moody. Bucky had met a couple of the other patience the second day he spent here and he really didn't like them. It wasn't their fault, he just didn't understand most of the things he talked about. Bucky certainly didn't like Eden. He didn't trust her dangerous eyes but she felt familiar.

    There were planned group activities almost every day. He only had one, after lunch. It was to help them get used to expressing their feelings. After Eden refused to share, Bucky felt it safe to stay quiet.
    Eden noticed this and started watching him again. He wondered where he could have met her, or at the very least someone who looked very much like her. The sleeves of her shirt were rolled up to her elbows. A flock of ravens circled the mast of a ship on her left arm and on her right arm was a tattoo of fire and and storm clouds gathering between and ocean.
    "James, it makes it easier to share if you practice." The nurse heading the group coaxed. Her name was Heather, he had met her yesterday and she was almost as moody as Colin.
    Most of what he thought was classified information. No one had told him that he couldn't tell everyone that he was the Winter Soldier, a deadly Russian assassin. But he rather not tell anyone. HE certainly wasn't going to tell a bunch of strangers that he couldn't sleep because every time he shut his eyes he saw everyone he killed or that he had nightmares about what he couldn't remember just as much as what he could remember.
    Fuck. He wasn't going to say one fucking word at the group or at private therapy sessions with Dr. Evans.