In two separate therapist offices, were two tattered and ruined souls, trying to become better after experiencing things that no one should; The Winter Soldier and you.
"How are the nightmares, Y/N?"
"James, tell me about your most recent nightmare."
Silence from the both of you.
"Y/N?"
"James, I asked you a question."
"Are they still keeping you up at night?"
"Are you still having nightmares?"
"No." You and The Winter Soldier said in unison to your doctors.
"Sleeping like a baby." You lied blatantly, staring at your therapist with an expressionless gaze but the bags under your eyes said differently.
"I didn't have a nightmare." James lied, his hands clasped together as he was slouched back in his chair.
"Y/N, you suffered severe trauma. Your parents were murdered right in front of your eyes and you almost died if it weren't for Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson. We've been at this for over a year, if you're not going to open up, I will not be able to help you."
"We've been doing this long enough that I know when you're lying. Now, there's a written request from your friend. You have someone you need to protect but first I need to remind you; you are a civilian now. The government just needs to know you're not gonna..."
She stabbed the air with her fist three times, exaggerating his past.
"I become a civilian, yet I'm already becoming a nanny? What if I don't do it?"
"Then you'll be arrested. This is a part of your pardon."
The taunted soldier let out a defeated sigh, his shoulders falling forward as he looked down at the ground.
"Fine."
"She's also one of the women on your list."