Ok quick side-note to this story, 'trackie dacks' or 'trackies', means sweatpants or trousers
I think. Saying sweats or trousers feels so wrong so I'm sticking to meh AuSsIe RoOtS. anyways coolio
The session following what happened between Alex and Bucky was quite awkward.
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"So I think we can move on to the next question, what do you think?... Bucky?"
Bucky didn't answer Alex's question. He was getting confused, and losing a bit of his patience.
"Alex... why aren't we talking about what happened a few days ago?"
Oh. Alex thought. If she was being honest, she was doing everything she could to not talk about it.
Bucky continued. "I mean, we're talking about all my stuff, and I know that's your job, but you won't tell me anything about your... trauma? Nightmares? I don't know? But you can trust me you know-"
"I know Bucky. I just, can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"I just.. I've never talked about it before, I don't think I could talk about it now."
"Did you ever talk about it while you were going to therapy?"
"...No. Listen Bucky, I just can't."
Bucky sighed. He really wanted Alex to talk to him. He knew it was hard to open up, but he was able to do it with her, so shouldn't she feel like she could open up to him?
"How about, I tell you about my nightmare, and you can tell me about yours."
Alex opened her mouth, probably to decline, but Bucky kept talking.
"It doesn't have to be in any detail or anything, I just want to make sure your okay..."
Alex sighed. He was right. Bucky opened up to her, and he just wanted to help her.
"Fine... you go first though." Alex replied.
"Okay, uh. It was, it was actually about, uh, you-"
Alex's eyes widen. "Me?"
"Yeah, uh, I was on a mission, a mission to kill you. And I actually did. It just, it felt so real-"
"That's why you asked if I was okay.."
"Yeah.."
"Bucky, I had no idea, I'm sorry-"
"It's not your fault, don't apologize. Please.."
Bucky looked at Alex in the eyes. He looked so, helpless. Alex had never seen him like that.
Bucky cleared his throat awkwardly. "So, uh, can you tell me about yours?"
"Oh... yeah, okay."
Alex tried to figure out how she would put her nightmare into words without revealing too much.
"I didn't have the best upbringing in Russia, they made us do, really bad things, uh... and I, in my nightmare I- I killed my sister."
Silence followed Alex's statement. Bucky's eyes widened, not really expecting it.
"Your sister?"
"Yeah, uh, her name was Annika." Was.
"Did she, uh, pass away?"
"Yeah, while I was serving in the army." That was a lie. Alex felt bad for lying, but she had to. It was her only option.
"I'm sorry-"
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Therapy-- Bucky Barnes
Fanfiction"I'm not going Sam. " "Yes, you are-" "No, I'm not- " "Yes, you are Bucky." "But why" "It's court-mandated therapy Bucky, it's literally illegal if you don't go." "... still." "For God's sake Bucky, just go... now." "...Fine." When...
