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Another end of the day session with my favorite person... a few weeks had passed and he was still not making any progress. I just wanted this day to be over with so that I could go out with Chelsea tonight and have fun. I wanted to enjoy myself without worrying if someone was going to have a break through or not. He would open up for a fraction of a second, but that's it. He was still writing down his memories, so that was good, but there wasn't much else. He was on time, as usual, and sat down on my couch. He looked tired, but had gotten a hair cut. He was scruffy today, wearing his usual jeans, tight shirt, and leather jacket.

"How are you today?" I asked him and he shrugged... great more no talking. I opened the notebook and he gave an audible sigh.

"I went out with Sam the other day. We had lunch." he said and I looked up at him. I was surprised. I had been trying to get him to go out with Sam for awhile now. Sam was still trying, and I knew that he had told me about an older Chinese man who had taken him under his wing in his building, but I could still see that he was shutting everyone out.

"And you had fun?" I asked him carefully.

"I went. I tried. I didn't like it. I don't like anything much anymore. It's all so different. I just don't know what to do. I don't want to make another friend." he said and I nodded. I knew that he and Steve were best friends. I knew it when I was an agent. I had worked with Steve, and a few other Avengers.

"You need friends. You need people to talk to, and who care about you." I said and he scoffed. He sat up and rested his elbows on his knees.

"I don't need anyone." he mumbled and something in me snapped. I was tired of trying if he wasn't going to try.

"Fine, then, no more sessions. No more advice. Nothing else from me. I have tried to get you to understand that people do and will care about you. You are not as alone as you think, and you are only hurting yourself in the long run by trying to continue to stay shut down! You will eventually need someone and in that moment, when you have no one you will realize that it's too late!" I snapped at him. He looked at me surprised as I stood up. He was so fucking frustrating.

"I am afraid that I can no long help you, Mr. Barnes. I will tell them you completed your treatments and then you can go do whatever the fuck you want, which is what you are already doing." I said and he looked shocked. I knew that you were never supposed to show your own emotion to a patient, but he was so fucking frustrating. I couldn't take it. I didn't want to deal with him anymore.

"You are refusing to help me?" he asked me and I looked at him long and hard.

"I am not refusing to help you. You won't help yourself." I said and he shook his head.

"You don't understand! No one does! I was something else for so long. I walk around with the memories, the feelings, the guilt, and things no one but Steve understood! I have no one that I can talk to that will believe me or understand me. Sam tries, but I think it's only because we both miss Steve. I miss feeling like myself, but I don't know myself anymore." he finally snapped. I had seen more emotion from him today than I actually had the whole few months I had been helping him.

"Have you done anything to find yourself?" I asked him and he ran his hands through his hair.

"Like what?" he finally asked me.

"Have you gone to any of the places you went as a kid, with Steve, or before you left for the war?" I asked him and he looked down as he let out a breath.

"No, because I don't want to go alone." he admitted and I nodded.

"And that right there is why you need a friend." I said and he looked at me with a pissed off expression.

"Fuck off, doc. You will never fucking understand what it's like to see people who you know have been hurt by you or you have hurt, but are unable to say anything that they will believe. You are useless." he seethed and I shook my head. He had no idea what I have had to do.

"Get out, Mr. Barnes. We are done." I said and he walked out without another word. I collapsed in my chair and felt both happy to see him gone and like a complete failure for doing that. I threw my things in my bag, made sure I didn't have anything pressing in my email, and locked up my office. I turned to walk out of the building and found him waiting outside my office. He was leaning against the wall, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, and in deep thought. I started to go around him, but he looked up at me.

"Can we get a cup of coffee?" he asked him and I looked at him with both surprise and confusion. We had just literally ripped each other apart, and now he wants coffee.

"Excuse me?" I asked him.

"Coffee? Can we get some?" he asked me and I let a laugh out. I was shocked that after just yelling at each other... he now wanted coffee.

"Did you ever consider maybe you would be a better friend than my therapist?" he asked me and that shut me right up. He had just called me out on what I had told him to do for so long. Fuck, I guess that he had listened.

"Fine, coffee." I said and we walked a few blocks to a diner. We got a booth in the back and ordered coffee. He was staring at his as I sipped mine.

"You drink it black?" he asked me and I nodded.

"You don't?" I asked him as he poured sugar in it.

"Nah, the crap was horrible in the army, and that's my memory of it." He said and I nodded. We sat in silence for a moment before he spoke.

"Thanks for yelling at me. Steve was the last person to actually do that." he said and I gave a small smile.

"I really shouldn't have yelled at you as your therapist. It's... frowned upon." I said and he chuckled before sipping his coffee.

We made small talk for about an hour and I was surprised that he opened up a little bit. I asked him normal questions, and not therapist questions. I was surprised at the answers I got for a few things. I had to laugh when he was talking about trying online dating after Sam made him a profile. He seemed very confused about everything, but I guess when you last dated someone in the 1940's then today was probably a little weird.

"I need to run. I have a thing tonight." I said and he nodded.

"My bike is few blocks away. I can give you a ride." he said and I was surprised because he never mentioned he had a bike or really any possessions.

"I can take the train." I said and he nodded.

"So can we do coffee again?" he asked me and I sighed.

"Mr. Barnes..." I was saying when he cut me off.

"It's Bucky... you know it's Bucky. I want to make a friend, and you are making it awfully hard. I was told it would help me, and now that I'm trying... well..." he just trailed off with a shrug. He was going to guilt me into this... and I was the one who had told him to do this. I pulled out my card, wrote my cell on the back of it, and gave it to him.

"If you can figure out how to text... then sure. If not then you will get a reminder call about your next appointment." I said and left him standing there looking at my card as I headed for the train station. I was happy to get home and change before I was heading to the restaurant to meet Chelsea. I was about to walk into the restaurant when my phone buzzed.

Coffee... tomorrow? ~ Bucky

Well fuck, I guess he did want to make a friend.


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