“Look, I have no idea what’s going on with him. I texted and called, he’s just acting… Odd. Like something’s freaking him out.”

Sam’s voice over the phone was a mixture of exhaustion and concern. The conversation you were having had told you two things - Bucky was avoiding something, and it was scaring him. As much as you tried to get any more details from Sam, he was now on the same page as you were. You both knew that Bucky could be very vague and closed-off at times, which had made figuring out what he was up to that much more difficult.

There was only one option, and that was to go and visit Bucky at his apartment. Sam was with his family in Louisiana, which meant you were closest to Bucky’s apartment.

Bucky had been switching between pacing his living room, and curling up on the couch staring into nothing.

A doctor’s appointment. That was what had Bucky stressed and panicking. Therapy appointments were okay, despite his still-present disapproval at the sessions, but the doctor’s office felt like a whole different ballpark. White rooms, sterile smell, people in white coats with instruments he’d seen in his worst memories and most terrifying dreams.

He just couldn’t do it. He knew that it was safe, for his health and would probably be over and done with in 10 minutes maximum, but he couldn’t bring himself to go.

The minutes were slowly ticking by, and the time was creeping up to the scheduled slot for his appointment, but he hadn’t moved an inch. He was sat on his couch, hair still messy and pyjamas still on, crumpled from how he’d been gripping it with his fists from stress.

A gentle, yet familiar knock came from the front door, and Bucky was immediately snapped out of his disassociated state, head whipping towards the direction of the sound.

With a huff, he pushed himself off of the couch and ambled over to the front door, unlocking and tugging it open to reveal you stood on the other side.

He most certainly looked like a mess; stress-dilated pupils, hair sticking up in odd angles, and tight shoulders that also looked to sag in defeat at the same time.

“Hi…” He croaked, voice hoarse from lack of use. He had a feeling he knew why you were here.