"Steve I really don't wanna do this." Bucky groaned to his former best friend.
"Well right now you can't talk to anyone except me unless you really have to and if you're gonna be on the team I need to help you become at least a little more social." Steve sighed.
Bucky knew he was right, he just hated the idea of talking to other human beings. What was he supposed to do? Trust them?
"It's not as easy as it sounds for someone who's has been brainwashed and tortured for over 50 years." Bucky mumbled, looking out the window.
"Whether you like it or not you did allow me to do this for you, and even though you won't admit the reason why you said yes you and I both know what it is." Steve said back, acknowledging what Bucky had just said.
Bucky glanced at Steve's knuckles that gripped the steering wheel. They were on their way to a therapist, one trained especially in CBT (Cognitive Behavioural Therapy).
Bucky knew deep down he needed it. He didn't trust anyone but Steve, although he knew the Avengers were good guys. This therapy was supposed to catch him up on the world, help him be more socializing, and help him get more comfortable with his past.
As in, it was supposed to help his trust and anger issues.
"You know, I've heard this is one of the best therapists around. She's known to be super down to earth with her patients." Steve made small talk.
"She?" Bucky questioned, cocking his head at him.
"Yeah. From what I've heard, she's also gorgeous." Steve shot him a smirk.
When Bucky thought about it, he hadn't had an interaction with a female where he wasn't beating the living shit out of them in a really long time.
"That's literally the least of my concerns." Bucky sighed as they pulled in.
"Wow, Buck! Literally is a pretty modern word to use for a 106 year old man." Steve teased as they walked in.
"Here for the first appointment for James Barnes." Steve spoke to the receptionist.
Bucky cringed at his actual name and glanced around. He was getting looks from the couples or families who were here for their therapy.
He just turned around and saw the female at the desk get up.
"Right this way, James." She flashed him a warm smile and nodded for him to follow her.
"You'll be fine. See you in two hours." Steve patted his back and walked out.
Bucky rolled his eyes and followed the plump brunette to a hallway filled with doors.
"You're right in here." She smiled and opened a door. He glanced at her before walking in.
"You can take a seat, Dr. Foster will be in shortly." She, once again, smiled at him before shutting the door.
He looked around the room. It was lit up by lamps, one wall with lots of windows, the one adjacent from it a giant bookshelf covering the entire wall.
In the corner was a desk, and in the center was chairs with blankets on it, a glass table in the center. Plants on tables and hanging from the ceiling decorated one corner, and the desk had a large computer on it.
There were frames with degrees in them on the wall, and in the corner by the door was a dog bowl for food and water. His head cocked in confusion, but he went with it nevertheless.
He sat down on the very edge of one of the chairs and waited impatiently.
Sooner rather than later, a wavy-haired blonde woman walked in with a big dog on a leash. The dog was black, brown, and white, with a happy face.
"Hello, Mr. Barnes." She smiled while shutting the door and letting the dog roam free. It walked over to Bucky and sat calmly, looking at him. It was clearly trained.
Bucky looked at her and tried slightly to not appear mad, although he was.
"Is that what you would like to be called?" She said sweetly.
She wore a pale yellow shirt tucked into business pants and white slip-on vans, with a doctor coat over top it.
"For now." He uttered.
"Cool. Well, I get your message loud and clear. You don't wanna be here. But, guess what? You are and it sucks." She said. He frowned.
"You hit it right on the head." He said coldly.
"It doesn't have to suck. You could play with Teddy, my comfort dog," She tried to sip coffee, but it spilled on her shirt. "Or you can laugh at me for spilling my coffee."
She sighed and shut her eyes in frustration. He took the time to look at her face closely. Steve was right, God had taken his time on her. She was decently tall, and had chocolatey eyes.
"So, anyway. I'm Makayla Foster, I've been doing CBT for about 4 years. I know just about everything about you that I should know, but is there anything you want me to know?" She batted her eyelashes and he nodded no.
"Well, you may not realize it, but you just told me something about yourself anyway," She smirked, "You're not the talking type."
first chapter! hope you all enjoy. i'm really liking this book so far, and i hope you all do too. i also hope this gets reads, even if it's only 100. thanks for reading!
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