[ yes, well, there are a lot of other things he could be doing instead of what that therapist is telling him. and sam has some ideas. maybe more than just some. but that's a whole different conversation he's not sure either of them are ready to have. and if bucky wanted his advice, he could come to him. sam isn't the type to subject anyone to what he has to say. it's counter-intuitive to the whole process.

still. sam has some things he would like to say. some things he thinks bucky would like to hear. but he's worked with enough trauma survivors and enough war veterans to know what happens when you force anything. so instead, sam is merely here. doing what he can and holding his ground where he can't. ]

You're not that good of a liar. [ is what sam says to that, having enough self preservation to know not to laugh a the frustrated noise bucky makes, only kind of watching as bucky all but stomps off to the other side of the room and watches him - literally - tear the door off its hinges. when bucky turns back around, sam will be standing there, arms crossed over his chest, brow arched at him with a barely contained laugh.

when bucky looks up at him, sam's eyes will go to him, then the cabinet door, then back to him - an unspoken you gonna fix that? before he shakes his head and returns to looking through the boxes of leftovers on the counter in front of him. ]

So I guess that's why you always go at things with your right hand, huh? Your super strength sneak up on you after seventy years?