Therapy Sessions- Bucky Barnes
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Ongoing, First published Jun 15, 2018
Mature
Lydia is a known psychiatrist in Brooklyn. She has records of many people in her files. She has seen many patients in her three years, but one caught her attention more than any other. James B. Barnes. He was also known as The Winter Soldier. When she first heard who her newest patient was, she was alarmed. But Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, assured her that she would be helping him remember. Steve had already done the hard part, and freed his friend from Hydra. Now he wanted to remember. Lydia agreed to help him, and she did. It was only a matter of time before he began to remember. Bucky, as he preferred to be called, was happier as he remembered. Because he remembered his best friend, and his life before Hydra. He wanted to thank Lydia for helping him.
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