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Chapter 3: Diagnosis

jtlyk there are gonna have a flashback through out the story :)

Warning: swearing

Plot: Y/n and Tom were made for each other and have been married for nearly 10 years but what happens when they go through putrid rough patch?

Summary: Y/n goes to the doctor (flashback)

AUTHOR'S POV

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have spoken to you like that" you said trying to calm your nerves from your sudden outburst, but he was making this so fucking hard. You had absolutely every right to be livid at him, he made you move from your comfortable lodge to the apartment near the studio. It wasn't bad but the fact that you spent almost all of the 3 months alone, isolated, made your blood boil, especially in your condition.

Brains are Sexy

Fic Summary:Bucky Barnes is ridiculously nervous about tonight. He is, after all, presenting his own exhibit at this year's Engineering and Robotics Fair which just might land him a full scholarship at Columbia's Engineering Program. Somehow, he's gotta get through the presentation without passing out.

When he catches eyes with a drop-dead gorgeous guy in the crowd -- who smiles and nods and gives him a thumbs up -- Bucky's confidence suddenly doubles. Drop-Dead Gorgeous even stops by to check out his exhibit when Bucky's finished with his presentation. Impressed and lavishing Bucky with compliments, Bucky decides it's a day to be brave and ask him to join him and his friends for drinks.

But there's just something oddly familiar about this Roger fellow. Bucky's sure he knows him from somewhere.Rating: Mature Warning: N/ALength:  13.4k completeSample:

Before Bucky can respond to any of them -- and poor Tony is simply drooling for his chance to get a good look at his arm -- someone taps him on the shoulder. Much to Bucky’s surprise, it’s the person from the audience. Up close, he’s even more beautiful. So much so, Bucky almost staggers to the side. He does, in fact, need to catch a breath.

Bucky was right in thinking he was muscular. That t-shirt he’s wearing under his jacket looking ready to tear off of him. He’s a good four inches taller than Bucky so being this close to him means Bucky needs to look up at him to see that pretty face. Those sparkling baby blue eyes. That jawline. Those thick lips. All those thick lashes. Being this close does another thing, too. He looks familiar. So super familiar that Bucky even thinks he should say his name before remembering he doesn’t actually know it.

“Hi,” Beautiful Mysterious Stranger says. “I just wanted to say you did a really great job.”

A smile pulls up on Bucky’s mouth. He rolls his lips in and scratches the back of his neck. Bucky even shifts his weight.

“Thank you,” he replies. “You really think?”

“Yeah,” BMS says. “It was amazing. You put so much of yourself into your work. It was beautiful. May I?”

He holds his hands out, asking permission and consent to see the arm for himself. Bucky, probably to Tony’s dismay, lifts it so he can touch and see. The guy, even with his big and, probably strong hands, is careful and gentle.

“Does it pinch at all?” he asks. “Between the plates?”

“That was a problem in the beginning,” Bucky answers, still caught by the familiar look of this guy’s face. “But we’ve minimized that down to barely anything by making the plates lift only when the arm needs to recalibrate.”

“What about people who might want something that doesn’t stand out as much?”

Bucky stretches his lips. “That’s something we’re still trying to figure out. The plates need air otherwise it’ll overheat so the coverings they have now are no good. Shuri’s working on some things, though, that might do the trick. As for me, I mean, I like it this way.”

“You know,” BMS tells him, “I think it says a lot about you that you made sure to give credit to your team. Not everyone would’ve done that, especially if it may’ve hurt their chances. Those kids are going places, too. You guys are gonna change the world.”

“Thank you,” Bucky whispers, truly at a loss of words. “I’ll… I’ll tell them you said so.”

He turns Bucky’s arm one last time before gently setting it back by Bucky’s side again and smiling at him as though this has been one of his favorite moments. Bucky doesn’t want to jump to any conclusions, but there looks to be wonder and awe in his eyes.

“This is truly incredible,” he says. “They’d be crazy not to take you.”

A blush burns Bucky’s face all the way up to the tips of his ears. He’s not sure why this person’s praises are making him melt so much. Maybe it’s because he just got through with one of the most important presentations of his life. Or maybe it’s because they’re coming from the hottest person he’s ever seen in his life who’s looking at him with, what he thinks are, heart eyes. All impressed by what Bucky’s done.

So, what the hell. He might as well go for it.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.” He holds his hand out. “I know I said James, but everyone calls me Bucky.”

The guy smiles and takes his hand to shake. “Hello, Bucky. I’m St…” He pauses and swallows and starts again. “I’m Roger. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too, Roger. Um…” Bucky squints as though that’ll make Roger clearer. “Have we met? You look so familiar.”

“No.” Roger answers that so abruptly it’s almost like he’s insulted by the very idea. “No, we haven’t met.”

“Oh. I just… I’m sorry, you just really look like--”

“No, it’s okay, I just…” Roger pulls his hat down lower even though it can’t get much lower than it already is. “I kinda get that a lot.”

“You’re not a fugitive, are you?” Bucky jokes even though he didn’t even get a chance to say who he thought Roger looks like. He can’t imagine anyone actually being insulted by the idea. “Hiding from the law?”

Roger chuckles. “Not that I know of.”

They both snicker and then a single moment of silence passes between them. Strange, though, the short lull doesn’t feel awkward. It feels more like a moment of suspense. Of the night readying to build up to something else.

“Hey, so, since some of my buddies over there are still in high school…” Bucky points over his shoulder. “We’re gonna go to the diner after we finish packing up here. But then from there, me and my other two friends are gonna head over to a bar and maybe you’d wanna join us?”

For just one second, Bucky’s sure he’s going to say yes. Roger smiles at the invite. He even starts to open his mouth to answer. But then he closes it and frowns, his eyebrows pulling together and, uh-oh. That can’t be a good thing.

“I really shouldn’t,” he says quietly, almost like he doesn’t want Bucky to hear him.

“Um. Yeah, okay.” Now Bucky feels like a total idiot. He starts backing away to hide in the middle of his friends. “Thanks for all the nice things you said, though, that was super cool of--”

“No, no, wait!” Roger gently places a hand over Bucky’s shoulder to stop him. “Don’t go, I…” He sighs and shakes his head. “It’s not that I don’t want to go.”

Bucky waits for him to say something else and when he doesn’t, he holds his palms out. Still waiting.

“Okay?”