A few days later, things started to settle down. Bucky was somewhat calm during the day, he did start to back talk to Steve a lot which was funny considering his limited vocabulary. Sam called it the terrible two's. Steve didn't understand why that sounded so bad.
Once Steve did some research on the terrible two's, he could see why it was terrible. And he saw a lot of that behavior in Bucky. There was frequent uses of the word no and definitely more time outs. After learning a few tricks and a very stern talk, Bucky somewhat settled.
Therapy was going as expected. Bucky rarely talked to Dr. Nicole. He drew on the white paper and played with the toys. Harley the dog often came when he started to become stressed. Bucky threw a tantrum when she had to leave the first time, over the next couple of therapy sessions he started to react less to the dog leaving.
On a cool Friday morning, Bucky was scheduled for another therapy session. Steve got him fed and dressed. Because today was a little cool and Bucky's immune system wasn't exactly strong, he had on a long sleeve shirt. He didn't like that.
"Bucky, stay still please?"
"No like, no like. Don't want." He didn't like the sleeved shirt and Steve could understand why. His metal arm was moving constantly under the shirt. So Steve thought of another option.
"Okay how about a short sleeve shirt and you wear your hoodie?" Bucky shrugged. Steve changed his shirt and put on his harness. They made it outside and got in the car.
Unfortunately, Steve noticed that Bucky was starting to figure out the window and constantly played with it. Steve turned on the child locks. He didn't like that. Bucky often whined and kicked at Steve's seat. Steve resorted to just talking to him about anything. He listened and sometimes responded.
Once they arrived at the building, Bucky immediately wanted to go inside. Steve held him by the harness while he got his book bag. They went inside and went in Bucky's therapy room. Bucky went for his toys and started to color. Steve just watched him until Dr. Nicole came in.
When she came, she said hello to Steve and sat in front of Bucky.
"How are you today?" She asked.
"Good." He didn't make eye contact with her and that was something they were working on constantly.
"Did we have any troubles this morning?"
"Daddy put long shirt on, don't like." His child vocabulary was one of the few things Steve really loved about him, while it was confusing, he loved it.
"Oh you didn't like the shirt he put on you? I could see why that would be a little frustrating. Well Bucky, I want to try something a little new. These five cards all have an image on it and they tell a story. I want you to put these images in order to tell the story." She laid out the five cards, Bucky looked at each card with a lot of concentration. He moved the cards around twice then went back to coloring.
"Can you tell me what story the cards are telling?"
"He's on mission."
"What mission do you think he's on?"
"Scout. Find vantage point and wait for further instructions." Bucky groaned and rubbed his head then resumed his coloring.
"Bucky, he's on his way to the castle. Like in a fairy tale." Bucky looked at the card with the castle, that didn't look like a castle to him.
"Not castle. Hidden bunker."
"Okay and this guy who is he?" She pointed to the one character in the cards.
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A Stucky Story
FanficThis story will contain a lot of Stucky or EvanStan. I am very much in love with this pair. If you do not approve, I do not care. Just don't read it. But do know, this is all that this story is about.