You Seriously Called My Wife?
BUCKY BARNES X READER
SUMMARY: Bucky has a hard time opening up to Dr. Raynor about his nightmares. Desperate times call for desperate measures, call in Mrs. Barnes.
Angsty fluff | Slight AU
A/N: my first time writing for bucky in 3 years I'm hella rusty! I'm so sorry.
This was probably the 7th time the air conditioning unit kicked on, Bucky lost count staring at Dr. Raynor who looked equally stern from across the way. The clock ticked, he had a habit of running out time on their sessions. "James, this is getting us nowhere. Don't forget that this pardon is very generous, now tell me, did you have a nightmare last night?" she asked.
Bucky smirked a little, not enough to get her attention "No," he replied simply like all the other times before. Dr. Raynor breathed in deeply, mustering up all the willpower not to reach over the table and beat him across the head with her notebook of power.
She took out the pen from the small slot and clicked it dramatically, narrowing her eyes at him "The notebook thing?" Bucky groans, sinking into the gray couch, his leather-clad hands folding into tight fists. "We talked about the whole passive-aggressive thing Doc."
Dr. Raynor placed the pen on the notebook and reached inside her pocket, pulling out her sleek black iPhone. The pair locked eyes as she dialed a number without even looking "I'm going to need you to come in," she spoke in a hushed tone before hanging up, dropping the phone into her lap.
"What did you do?" The brunette man asks, tilting his head to the side. Dr. Raynor just shrugged, letting the brief silence fill the room until approaching clicks of high heels fill the space. Bucky's blue eyes grow wide "You didn't," he groans.
The metal doorknob clicks open revealing a woman in a white silk long sleeve blouse, a chocolate-colored pencil skirt, and matching brown high heels "Come in Mrs. Barnes," Dr. Raynor smirks.
"You seriously called my wife on me?"
Y/N made her way to the couch, Bucky's eyes narrow and his mouth hangs open in disbelief. She sits next to him, crossing her ankles and leaning against his arm. "let's try this again," she starts, "James did you have a nightmare last night?"
Out of habit, he holds his wife's hand tightly in his gloved one and places their locked hands in his lap. He imagines himself in his bed, Y/N across from him as he cries and tells her about what happened in his dreams last night. He felt at ease.
"Y-yeah."
The doctor's office front glass doors swing wide, the sound of honking yellow cabs drown out the couple as they exit "I want her fired! I can't believe she did that!" Bucky yells as he rushes out, hands on his waist as he stands on the busy sidewalk. Y/N grabs his arm and pulls him to the alleyway.
"You have to talk to her!" Y/N yells in the same angered tone, "she's threatened to bring me in for months and today she finally had to do it! Bucky, you need to talk!"
"I can't!" he yells, slowly pacing in front of her. Y/N folds her arms across her chest and bites down on her lower lip roughly. He can't? What a bunch of bullshit. She stares the super-soldier down as he burns a hole in the ground with his steel-blue eyes.
"You can't?" She says her thoughts out loud, "or you won't, Buck? Is this some manly pride thing because you don't like her?" she shakes her head and leans on the concrete wall.
Bucky stops and looks at his wife with angered eyes, his hands on his hips and his chest puffing. "This has nothing to do with pride, Y/N! I c-can't talk to her about them," his voice went from a strong yell to a gentle whisper as his words fell off his tongue.
"Why not?" she questions with a deep sigh.
"I-I can't talk to her the way I talk to you," he confesses. His eyes soften, he looks like the same broken man at 3 am, pleading for his wife. "I can't trust her the way I trust you."
"Buck," she whispers softly, taking a step towards him.
"She doesn't know me the way you do o-or understand me and what goes on in my head at night." Y/N reaches up and pats him on the shoulder, inviting him in for a hug. The man's arms wrap around her waist tightly, not wanting to let her go. He feels safe, bending down to place his forehead on her shoulder. "I-I'm trying so hard, Doll."
The woman rubs his back gently "I know you are, Honey," she reassures him gently. Bucky starts to tear up, he wasn't lying, he was honestly doing his best to talk to the insufferable woman every week. Being open was never one of his strong suits. "I need you to try a little harder, please Bucky. Do it for me. Us."
He pulls away and looks into her tear-filled eyes "I promise," he says sternly before pressing a loving kiss to her forehead. "I still can't believe she tattled on me to my wife," he mumbled against her skin.
A week has passed since the incident in the ally outside Dr. Raynor's office, the soldier and the psychiatrist sat across from each other locked in a silent battle. "James, when was your last nightmare?" she questions, hand on her pen just in case.
"Last night."
"Tell me about it," she instructs.
Bucky shifts in his seat "I have a proposition," he says.
Dr. Raynor chuckles "It doesn't work that way, Sargent Barnes."
"You'll want to hear this one." She motions his to continue, slightly slouching in her seat. "I will tell you about my nightmares, in all detail that I can remember...if Y/N can be here next to me for it," he offers, trying his best to smile.
The woman smiles, finally a solution that she can work with. She truly cared about the man across from her and if it meant having another person in the room she was all for it "I'll buzz her in."
