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Keep the Dr. Away

Bucky x Reader (Y/N) Oneshot

Summary: When Dr. Raynor says some hurtful things about your relationship with Bucky, you fear that your time together might be over sooner than you thought.

Warnings: Angst-ish with a happy ending, sprinkles of fluff, Bucky and reader being extremely in love, Dr. Raynor being a wench

WC: ~2.2k

You were surprised when you got a call from Sam that Bucky had been arrested. He was quick to quell your nerves as he explained Bucky missed one of his mandatory therapy sessions. You knew all about his pardon and Dr. Raynor; more often than not, Bucky came back from those sessions more anxious than when he left for them. While his process of making amends was a challenge, you promised to stay by his side through it all; the good, bad, and the ugly.

Stepping into the station, you glanced around before seeing Sam giving you a tight lipped smile and a wave. Weaving through the crowd of officers and civilians, you make your way over to the main desk before wrapping Sam in a hug.

“It’s good to see you Birdbrain,” you chuckle before you hear him scoff.

“Oh come on, we’re still sticking with that?” Sam laughs. Before you can retort, an officer comes out of the doorway leading to the interrogation rooms.

“She’s asked to see you,” he says in your general direction. Sam, looking confused, starts to speak.

“I already -”

“Not you, the girlfriend,” you roll your eyes as you head towards the officer.

“The girlfriend has a name,” you mumble. While making your way down hallways and past windowed rooms, your nerves increase as you don’t see Bucky anywhere. After what felt like an eternity, the officer opened a door, startling both Bucky and an older woman sitting across from him. Before you could even get a word out, Bucky leapt out of his seat and nearly crushed you in a giant hug. You squealed as you felt your feet lifting off the ground.

“Okay, okay, hi to you too!” you laugh. Bucky wastes no time in planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Hi baby, I missed you. Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He sets you down as you roll your eyes with a smile.

“Don’t try to charm your way out of this, Barnes. You’re not supposed to be getting into any more trouble,” you tried (and failed miserably) to hide a smile. Bucky chuckles at your attempt to reprimand him, until a grating voice interrupts both of you.

“If you two are finished, I’d like to get at least one productive conversation in today,” you looked around Bucky at the woman still sitting, your cheeks flushed red with the realization you two had company. Bucky sighed heavily and took your hand. He led you to one of the two chairs in the interrogation room, looking at you with his brows furrowed when you let go of his hand. You finally catch his gaze, surprised at the expression you see.

“Buck, you ok?”

“You’re gonna sit there?” you looked around the room hopelessly confused.

“Oh, uh…did you want this chair?” his expression has yet to change.

“Why are you sitting so far away? Do I smell or somethin’?” you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled in your throat, scooching the empty chair four inches to the left so the frames are now touching.

“There, happy now?” Simultaneously, you reach out for each other's hands as Bucky relents and sits next to you.

“Very,” Bucky beams. Neither of you notice the way Dr. Raynor’s eyes narrow for a brief moment before speaking.

“Actually, James, do you mind giving us a moment? I’d like to speak with Y/N alone.” Bucky nearly gives himself whiplash with how fast he swerves his head.

“Why do you -” before Bucky can finish his thought, you’re interrupting him.

“It’s fine, Buck. We’ll be ok,” you’re nodding at him to try and ease his anxiety, but it’s doing little to calm his racing heart. He leans in to give you one last kiss before holding your head between his palms.

“I’ll be right outside, ok sweetheart?” you nood again as he gives a final glare to Dr. Raynor, who seems unphased. “I love you,” he reminds you sweetly.

“Love you, too.” You both can’t help the dopey grins on your faces as you don’t turn back until Bucky is completely out of the room. When you face Dr. Raynor, you immediately drop your smile. Her gaze gives nothing away as you both wait for someone to say something.

“So,” Dr. Raynor relents. “I’m sure you already know who I am. Let’s skip the formalities. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about James? He doesn’t bring you up much during our sessions, so I’m happy to see you actually exist,” She fakes a smile, her tone indicating she knows she’s pushing the right buttons. You know for a fact that’s a lie; even though therapy exhausts him, Bucky always mentions a story or two that he brought up. It was mostly his way to avoid Dr. Raynor’s questions about himself, but you thought it was cute regardless.

“Nice try,” you scoffed back. “Maybe if you actually cared about helping him, he would trust you enough to open up.” Dr. Raynor bites her bottom lip, her eyes shifting back and forth as an internal debate stops as quickly as it starts.

“You want to know what I do know about James?” She leans forward with her elbows on the table. “I know that this relationship with you is going to end up hurting him in his recovery.” You’re clearly taken aback as your eyes widen and your mouth slacks open.

“What are you -”

“I know that you were completely inseparable while he was in Bucharest, then again once you made it to Wakanda, and now here, post-blip.” Dr. Raynor interrupts. “It’s not healthy, it borders on codependency.” At this point, you are fuming, but you’re still trying to hold your emotions back. You don’t want to risk Bucky being dealt the consequences of your potential outburst.

“How is that different from any other romantic relationship? Of course we spend time together! God forbid that we actually love each other! How does that hinder his recovery?”

“Because you’re not ‘any other romantic relationship,’ are you?” Dr. Raynor leans back in her seat. “You’re in a relationship with someone who was a prisoner of war and has a lot of amends to make. How can he heal from his past if it’s always right next to him?”

“You…you think that I -”

“I believe you could be a constant reminder to James about his past. You met him when he was still considered the Soldier; when he was on the run and had no one to help him. He attached himself to the first person who showed him a sliver of kindness and now he doesn’t know how to function without you. James doesn’t have any other close relationships and I believe he’s not going to make the effort as long as he has you.” You’ve heard enough. You take a deep breath, looking at Dr. Raynor directly in the eye as you gather the right words.

“Let me make something perfectly clear, Doc. I don’t give a shit what you think. Not about me, or Bucky, and ESPECIALLY about our relationship. You can’t even give him the basic decency of calling him by his preferred name, so forgive me if I think your opinions are worthless.” You slide your chair back aggressively and start to exit the room.

“At least give him a chance,” Dr. Raynor called out, stopping you in your tracks. “He deserves an out if he wants one.” You thought nothing else coming out of her mouth would shock you, but that was absolutely the last straw. Slamming open the door of the interrogation room, you’re escorted by an officer back to the lobby of the station.

The ride home was eerily silent. Bucky kept tossing glances your way but you kept your gaze out the window, ruminating on what Dr. Raynor had confided in you. Were you really hurting Bucky that badly? Did letting go of his past mean letting you go too? Before you knew it, Sam had pulled up in front of your apartment building and put the car in park. You got out of the backseat not even looking to see if Bucky was following behind you. Sam and Bucky shared a combined look of worry and confusion.

“Alright, that was the most awkward car ride of my life. What’s going on with you guys?” Sam inquired.

“Not sure,” Bucky grumbled, walking into the building. “Thanks again for the ride.” he tosses behind him as he makes his way up the stairs and into your living room. The sight before him nearly made Bucky’s knees crumble. You were in tears on the couch, eyes already bloodshot and hugging a pillow to your chest. Bucky quickly made his way around to you and immediately tried to console you.

“Hey hey hey, baby what’s wrong?” he asked gently. He tried to grab the pillow from you, only for you to throw it on the ground and lunge forward, hugging your arms around his neck while Bucky’s went around your torso. You couldn’t help the sobs slipping through as you held him. Bucky felt completely helpless hearing your cries, but he knew you’d talk when you were ready. Slowly, you released him from your grasp and sighed, Bucky keeping his hands on your body to ground you. He searched your eyes to try and figure out why you felt this way, but you refused to make eye contact until you spoke.

“Am I…am I holding you back?” your voice wavered as you asked. “Because you don’t owe me anything, you know? I know we’ve been together for a long time and it hasn’t exactly been the easiest, but I just…I just want you to know that you don’t have to stay with me if you don’t want to.” Bucky’s brows furrowed and jaw clenched as he realized why you were asking.

“What did she say?” he asked, bringing his right hand to rest on your cheek.

“Who?” you tried feigning innocence, but that only earned you with an eye roll.

“You know who. What did Dr. Raynor say to you?” you shifted on the couch as you took both of Bucky’s hands in yours and rubbed circles with your thumbs to calm down.

“She…she thinks I might be hindering your recovery,” Bucky’s expression softened as you desperately tried to steady your voice. “She said she feels like our relationship might be keeping you stuck in the past and you might not ever move on if you stay with me.” Bucky hummed in acknowledgement, letting go of your limp hands and running his metal hand down his face.

“Stuck in the past…” he sighs. Bucky looked over at you, scrunching his mouth to the side while you remained teary-eyed and hopelessly confused. “Well then, she’s really gonna hate this.” Bucky makes his way over to your bookshelf, digging around until he pulls something out with a small smile. Walking back over, Bucky reveals a small blue velvet box.

“Bucky is…is that-”

“I had Steve make a quick pit stop for me,” he chuckled. “If I had it my way, I would’ve gotten down on one knee the first time you gave me flowers in Bucharest.” Bucky sits as close as he possibly can to you on the couch. Tears threaten to flood over his lash line as he opens the box revealing something you had only seen in pictures; his mother’s wedding ring.

“I love you so much. I don’t care about what anyone else has to say about it. I’ve waited my entire life for you and I don’t plan on screwing that up. I know we’ve only talked a little bit about marriage, but I wanted you to see that whenever you’re ready, I am too.” Your tears continue to flow, now for an entirely different reason. You grab Bucky and try to relay all the passion and love you have for him as you kiss him. When you both need a second to breathe, you can’t help but smile against his lips.

“I love you too, Bucky. I always will,” Bucky doesn’t realize his tears escaped until he feels your thumbs wipe them off his cheeks. “I am more than ready if that’s even possible. So when you want to ask me, I’ll say yes.” Bucky shifts off the couch, getting down on one knee as you grab hold of his free hand.

“Y/N, will you…” before Bucky can finish his sentence, your phone buzzes with an obscenely loud ringtone. Running to grab it from your purse, you roll your eyes as you answer.

“Sam, we’re a little busy right now,” Bucky groans loud enough for Sam to hear. You giggle at Bucky’s exasperation and Sam cuts in.

“He finally asked you! Oh this is great, we can start -” Bucky pries your phone from your hand.

“Unless the world is ending again, do not call either of us again, Samuel!” he yells. Bucky hangs up and shoves it back in your purse. You cackle when he practically chucks it in your shared bedroom before scooping you up in his arms.

“Ok, let’s try this again.” Bucky giggles. If it meant getting more sweet moments like this, you’d let Bucky propose a hundred times over.

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