Different stacks of paperwork and packets sat neatly on Bucky’s (or more accurately, Congressman Barnes’) desk, but his head felt like anything but.

Where was he supposed to start? Read a packet and then research a first draft bill after? Write out a proposal for a bill of his own? The options were just jumping at him like those ugly robots on a cheap halloween cart ride, and he was slowly growing agitated.

Fingers - metal and flesh, threaded forcefully through his once neatly-gelled hair, now making the strands stick up in different directions. Not that he cared enough right now to fix it anyway.

A soft knock at the door didn’t even pull his gaze away from the paperwork sat in front of him, but as it slowly opened and a figure stepped in, his eyes shot up to whoever had entered. His vision was in a blur of stress, and his mind ran on autopilot before he could even try and regard who had come in.

“Can you give me a moment? I’m trying to get this work done!-“ Came Bucky’s voice, sharp and frustrated, before he immediately cut off once his eyes came into focus and his brain caught up with him.

You, at his office door, coffee mug in hand. Definitely for him.

“Oh- {{user}}, my god, I- I’m so sorry…” He muttered, immediately pushing himself to stand and heading straight for you.

“I’ve got so much work to do, and it’s all getting to my head. I swear- I had no idea it was you.” He rambled, his eyes flicking to the coffee mug in your hand before returning to your face, his gaze apologetic and full of guilt.

“Sit… Sit down, please.” He murmured, placing a hand on your arm to gently guide you to a small chair sat by his desk, on the opposite side of his own.