A Stucky Story

The Asset and The Social Worker 1

Steve stopped caring about the noise complaints about Bucky a few months after he got him. Because his yelling really wasn't something that happened everyday. Sure Bucky had his good days, where he would snuggle with Steve and be content with everything. And horrible days, where Steve was more willing to pull out his own hair than listen to Bucky scream about Paw Patrol not being on. His landlord knew about Bucky and tried to tell Steve's new neighbors that it wasn't nothing to be concerned about. They thought otherwise.

They still despised Bucky. The morning after they got home from the tower, Bucky started his routine of playing with all his toys. While Steve cleaned the kitchen, Bucky asked for the pots and pans. Steve gave them to him after Bucky said Star needed her magic launch pad to jump in the sky. While he started to dry the dishes, Star suddenly landed in the dishwater. Bucky laughed until he realized he wasn't getting Star back until she was done drying. A horrible tantrum followed, the neighbors yelled through the walls. It took over twenty minutes for Bucky to calm down, but by then there was a knock on the door. When Steve opened it, it was the cops. So Steve had to explain that Bucky had a tantrum. The landlord told them either they got used to the noise or one of them leaves. None of them were leaving. But Bucky did apologize, they didn't accept it.

Today was a semi-quiet day. Bucky was fine during the morning, other than the occasional whining from his time-out corner. Bucky spilled juice on the floor on accident, when Steve asked him help clean it Bucky wasn't having it all. He bit and hit Steve repeatedly. Steve didn't know what caused the sudden aggression. He tried to calm him down, Bucky bit him more causing blood. After ten minutes, Bucky calmed down. The cause of the meltdown, a flashback. Steve relaxed him enough to calm him down fully and helped cleaned the carpet but still he needed a time out. Thirty minutes in the corner was becoming torture.

Steve was drawing and listening to 1930's music while Bucky was still in his corner. Until there was a knock on the door. Steve wasn't expecting anybody. He opened the door and saw a lady dressed in a black pants suit.

"Hello, Steve Rogers. My name is Kasandra Gravel, I am a social worker with Department of Human Services. May I come in?" 

"Why are you here?"

"We have gotten phone calls of concern saying that there is constant screaming and yells of distress, so I am here to a welfare check."

"My new neighbors hear everything because the walls are thin, but everything is fine." She didn't look convinced.

"Who is doing the screaming?" Ms. Gravel came inside herself and saw Bucky sitting in the corner. "What is going on here?"

"He's in time out. Look, I understand why they called. They don't like when he makes noise so I understand that he sounds like he's in distress. He's not, he's loud when he wants stuff."

"Am not." Said Bucky. Steve stopped himself from rolling his eyes in front this woman. Ms. Gravel pulled out a clipboard and began writing somethings.

"Excuse me, what are you doing?"

"Mr. Rogers does that man have any mental illness I should know about?"

"He's got PTSD, dissociative identity disorder and some other things."

"I see and this behavior I am seeing, what is it?"

"He's mentally regressed to being two years old because he's been severely abused."

"Okay, do you mind if I take a look around?"

"Go ahead." Ms. Gravel looked around the apartment. She was making Steve uncomfortable which was making Bucky uncomfortable. Steve released Bucky from his time out corner and sat him on his lap. Ms. Gravel came back and saw Bucky laying on Steve.