Worth The Risk (bucky barnes x reader fanfiction)

Part Eleven

A/N: real talk though, seeing a professional doesn't make you weak or lesser as a person. BUT not all types of therapy (etc) work for everyone and I strongly encourage anyone going through stuff to find a way of support and recovery that works for them. Take care of yourself, you guys <3
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You'd been hunched over your desk, absorbed in your work when a knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts. Leaning back in your chair, you set down your pen and listened. The knock sounded again and you called out to FRIDAY, letting Sam in.
He'd been visiting you regularly over the past few days and as he entered the room you noticed the disapproving look he threw you. You weren't surprised; you knew exactly why he was upset. He hated it when you buried yourself in work, yet there you were doing just that: anything to distract yourself.

You let out a small sigh and closed the binder in front of you, turning to face the older man.
"Hey." You greeted, voice hoarse from lack of use.

"Hey," he replied. "How are you doing?"

Sam took a seat on the edge of your bed and you shrugged. There was a pause and you opened your mouth to speak, but Sam beat you to it.

"I brought you something."

You hadn't expected that.

"What?"

Sam pulled a small plastic bag out from behind his back and you rolled your chair forwards, taking it from his hands.

Looking up at him questioningly, you began to fumble with the thin white plastic. Once you managed to remove the packaging, you looked down at the object in your hands and broke out into a smile. It was a CD. One that you'd been trying to get your hands on for months. You looked up to meet Sam's eyes once again.

"How did you find it?" You asked, shocked.

"Called around, found a small place down by Union Square that could ship it in." he shrugged. "Figured you could do with a little cheering up."

You nodded mutely, your smile just as strong as before. "Thank you, Sam."

Sam nodded, his own smile reflecting yours. As you continued to look the CD over, Sam spoke up once again.

"I do want to ask you a favour, though..." he said slowly.

Your eyebrows shot up but you nodded nonetheless.  "What is it?"

"I want you to take care of yourself..." he began awkwardly and you frowned in confusion. "and I want you to see a professional."

You inhaled sharply, ready to argue, but he didn't give you the chance.
"Just once." He pleaded. "It's a friend of mine and I know you think I'm making too big a deal out of this but it could really help, Y/N. You could get things off your chest, talk to someone outside of all this... Just try. For me."

Sam watched you nervously as he waited for an answer.

"When?..."

He let out a sigh of relief.

"As soon as you'd like."

"And you really think that I should?" You watched him carefully.

"It doesn't hurt to try."

Sighing, you agreed and within half an hour it had been decided that you'd be seeing Sam's friend the following day. Satisfied with your decision, he dropped the subject after that.

Instead, he took to stealing some board games from the living room and one of Tony's speakers to pass the rest of the day with you. It cheered you up some, but really you were just glad to be spending time with your friend again.