“So, you are here for what reason?” Dr Raynor asked Bucky

Bucky sat, slumped down in the chair, avoiding eye contact

“Mandated by the government…”

“Ok. Therapy for what?” Raynor asked

Bucky sighed, crossing his arms

“Take a guess… PTSD, trauma, guilt..”

Ryanor knew this was a difficult patient. He was going to be very reluctant on sharing his past

“Alright. So what happened, exactly? In your past?”

Bucky grumbled, slumping in his chair

“I’ve been to war, watched people die, been used as a brainwashed assassin, been framed for crimes I didn’t commit, and had my girl ripped from my arms…among some other stuff..”

“Your girl?” Raynor asked

“Yeah! My girl. The love of my life. The sweetest girl ever…” Bucky said, almost hostile but at the same time vulnerable

“So, when did you both meet?” Raynor asked

Bucky closed his eyes, thinking back to their first meeting

Bucky: “When we first met, I was just a scrawny little guy from Brooklyn. And she was a pretty nurse working at camp Lehigh…”