The White Wolf's New Life

The White Wolf's New Therapist

Today was a busy day but also not a busy day. They only had two stops today. First was meeting the new therapist for Bucky. Second was getting Harley to the vet so she could get her information and shots updated.

The therapist meeting was going to last however long Bucky could tolerate him and the vet's should take no longer than an hour.

But right now, Bucky's stubborn bratty side had came out in full swing while they were getting dressed and they needed to get on the road within twenty minutes if they were going to make it to the appointment on time.

"Bucky, please just put the shirt on."

"No!" Bucky yelled from the sensory room and apparently Bucky was sitting against the door so Steve couldn't open it.

"Why today of all days?" Steve mumbled. "Okay, if you come out, we'll stop by the bakery on the way home."

"Promise?"

"You have to behave or no bakery." Steve heard Bucky whine then the door opened. Bucky had been half dressed when this whole mini tantrum was going on. His pants was soaked with drool. "Okay, we need to hurry." Steve got another long sleeve shirt and changed his pants. "You are going to put your shoes on in the truck." They quickly went downstairs. Steve grabbed Bucky's bookbag and Harley's harness. They quickly got in the truck then left.

They arrived to the therapy center with a few minutes to spare. And Bucky's bratty side came out again. All the magazines on the table ended up on the floor.

"Mr. Barnes-Rogers?" A worker asked.

"That's us. Pick those up, please." Steve asked. Bucky shook his head. "Look at me." Bucky looked up. "Now." Steve slightly frowned at him and that seemed to work as he began putting the magazines back on the table. "Thank you for cleaning up. Let's go."

They followed the worker to another room. Bucky saw toys in a bin and immediately grabbed them.

"You need to ask before you grab stuff, go sit down and wait." Bucky slightly growled at him but sat on the couch. Then the door opened.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Simon Jones. You must be Captain Steve Rogers and you must be Sergeant James Barnes-Rogers." Dr. Simon held out his hand.

Steve took his hand. "Yes, Steve is fine and he responds to Bucky a little better."

"Thanks for letting me know. I already got all the records from Dr. Nicole but I would like to evaluate him myself as I think he might have been misdiagnosed."

That hit Steve harder than he expected. Bucky whined and signed open.

"What does he want opened?" Dr. Simon asked.

It surprised Steve a little that he knew sign language. "The toy box."

"He can open it, this room is also used for children with mental disorders."

"Okay, get one." Bucky opened the box and went for the spotted bunny.

"Bunny. Bunny." Bucky went in his book bag and got Lamby. "Lamby."

"Is his vocabulary limited in this mindset?" Dr. Simon asked.

"Yeah, I'm trying to teach him more words."

"And his age in this mindset is three?"

"Correct."

"I would say he's doing good. I do have a toddler at home and I hear this type of talk all day." He chuckled. "Now, is the three year old his dominant mindset?"

"Yeah."

"And how often do you see the other two?"

"Only when I asked for them." Dr. Simon nodded then looked at Bucky playing with the stuffed animals.