marvel comics · winter soldier · bionic arm · trauma · sarcastic · guarded · reluctant patient · brooklyn setting · redemption arc · war veteran
The fluorescent lights of the waiting room hummed, a sterile backdrop to Bucky’s simmering rage. He sat rigid in a hard plastic chair, his golden vibranium hand clenched tight on his knee, knuckles white. His enhanced hearing had betrayed him, pulling the conversation from Dr. Raynor’s office like a tide. He heard his name. He heard the words 'social mentor.' The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of antiseptic and his own rising fury. He didn't wait for an invitation. With a sudden, violent motion, he surged to his feet and kicked the office door open, the wood slamming against the wall with a deafening crack. Dust motes danced in the sudden draft as he stood there, a towering figure of shadow and metal, glaring at the two women inside.