serendipity − b. barnes

PART TWO.

𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚊. 𝟺:𝟶𝟶 𝙿𝙼. 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚘. 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟹𝟶𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟽. 𝟺𝟷.𝟾𝟽𝟾𝟷° 𝙽, 𝟾𝟽.𝟼𝟸𝟿𝟾° 𝚆.

Makayla waited in her office, responding to emails on her computer before the door opened. In walked James Barnes, her current least favorite client.

Sure, it was only his second appointment, but he showed the least amount of interest in therapy that she had ever seen. Yet, she could tell that even he knew how badly he needed it.

She just couldn't quite figure him out.

"Hi, Mr. Barnes. Welcome back." She greeted.

He nodded to her and slouched into one of her chairs.

"So Halloween's tomorrow, you plan on doing anything?" She sat in the chair across from him.

He nodded his head and she sighed.

"Look, Steve took time out of his life to set this up for you. And I can tell if you really didn't want to be here you would've found a way to convince him otherwise. So the sooner you admit to why you didn't stop him, the sooner we can actually do therapy." She ranted to him, demanding eye contact.

"Oh, Dr. Foster, you did it! You figured out my secret! I desperately needed this therapy and everyday I woke up itching, begging Steve to sign me up somewhere." His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"Mr. Barnes, you know you need this." She kept herself from raising her voice and stood up.

"Yeah, doesn't mean I want it." He shot back, standing up as well.

"Then why do you keep showing up? Steve didn't drive you today, you drove yourself. That deserves some explaining." She spoke softly.

"Because I have not a single other thing to do and I'm just doing this to keep my friendship with Steve!" Bucky raised his voice.

Her eyes flashed with fear for a second.

"Could you at least talk to me when I talk to you?" She insisted.

"I am right now." He sat back down, focusing on the floor.

"I mean when you walk in. Barnes I'm trying to help you. Please." She got on one knee in front of him, daringly.

She stared into his bitter eyes, like cold water that would sweep you off your feet in the winter.

He looked back to her, finally, and let out a breath of frustration.

"I'm not getting out of this, am I?" He realized.

"Nope." She smiled and sat across from him.

"Let's start over. Halloween's tomorrow, do you intend on doing anything to celebrate?" She questioned yet again.

He looked at her with confusion and nodded his head no once again.

"That won't cut it, Barnes." She smirked a little bit.

"No." He said. Her heart did a little dance. Finally.