Chapter 1
"It's like a damn rollercoaster Sam! One day he's okay and the next he's terrified he's going to hurt me or the team. I just, I don't know what to do." Steve sighed and dropped his head into his hands, unaware of Bucky listening from the hall.
He peeked into the room to see Sam gently hugging the blond in distress. "Hey, it's not your job to be his therapist or his keeper Steve. You can't carry all this on your shoulders okay?" The other man murmured as he patted Steve's back in comfort.
Bucky drew in a sharp breath that turned into another and another and soon he was sprinting down the hall in search of somewhere to have his anxiety attack in peace. He didn't dare let anyone see him this weak, especially not after hearing how much trouble he was causing Steve.
The brunet was shaking as he slid down with his back against the cold wall. His breathing slowly went back to normal but his thoughts kept spiraling. He was a burden to Steve, to the team, hell even to himself. Sam had found him therapist after therapist but he just couldn't do it. Couldn't think there was even a possibility of washing off all the blood on his hands. He needed to be in a cell like the government had wanted.
He sat turning the offer he had gotten recently over and over in his head.