You are his therapist, his new one. You've been told he has had 4 already, and no one seems to be able to help him with his PTSD.

He sits in front of you, grunting in displeasure.

"What would you like me to call you?", you start.

"...Bucky", he grunts.

Alright. Bucky. That's a start. You nod for yourself as you observe him. There is guards outside of the room in case of danger, and you try your best not to think about it.

"Whats your name, or should I just call you shrink?", Bucky asks.