#look i don't even fuck with Ms. Carter and her politics like that. she and i are side-eyeing each other from the corner of the room

[theinfinitedivides]

we love racism!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (derogatory)

[quirkless-deku-aus]

The fourth sigh of the day left Stephen's mouth when his client refused to tell him who -- what -- she sees at the end of her bed whenever she wakes up at three in the morning."

"I can't tell you," She heaved out, "He'll come after you then me!"

Stephen kept his expression calm and collected as he softly placed the pen and notebook on the coffee table.

He stared at her for a while before her misty eyes stayed on his.

"Ms. Carter, I can assure you that whoever's bothering you is no match for the police. It's much more practical to tell me who it is."

He watched as the woman's eyes widen in alarm then she started shaking her head.

She was in her mid-thirties but she's still good-looking and she would've found someone to spend the rest of her life with if it weren't for the fact that she was suffering from Schizophrenia.

"James will kill you!"

Ms. Carter's session with him started last week. Her cousin was generous enough to take care of her despite their family feud. He's a good man but it's sad that her cousin's name happens to be James.

"Your cousin?"

"What?"She blinked in disbelief, "Bucky isn't the bad guy here. He's not!"

Stephen nodded, "Of course not. He's taking care of you, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"He helps you with a lot of things."

The panic that bloomed inside of Ms. Carter's mind settled at the thought of her cousin, "Bucky is a very good man. He...helps me."

"Even with your medication I assume?"

Her demeanor suddenly closed off and Stephen raised an eyebrow at this.

"He told me not to drink it."

"Bucky?" His question was left unanswered, "James then?"

The woman lowered her gaze guiltily, "I'm sorry. H-He told me not to."

"That's unfortunate," Stephen took his notebook once more to write something, "I still require you to drink it though."

"I-I can't go against him."

"But you must."

"You don't understand, doc," She placed one of her hands on top of his notebook, "He has a...k-knife."

Stephen clutched her hand firmly for assurance, "Well, I have three PhDs and I say you should take your medication."

The woman took in the expression he's wearing, "He'll go away if I do?"

"I'm positive."

Ms. Carter smiled at him weakly, "I'll be sure to hold onto that, doc."

Just then, Stephen's phone began ringing, indicating that his session with his clients are over for today.

He stood up and offered assistance to his patient.

"I guess I'll be meeting you again next week." Stephen walked her towards the door of his office, "I hope you refrain from neglecting your medication, Ms. Carter."

Her cousin was already waiting by the door when he opened it. He gave him a polite smile.

"She's getting there."

"I know," Bucky gave him a smile that looked like more of a grimace, "Thanks, doc."

Stephen bid them farewell and leaned against his door after closing it.

It's already Friday which means he has the whole weekend to him and his family.

It's also Tony's turn to cook dinner tonight.

It was already past six when Stephen got home. There wasn't much traffic today even though it's a Friday.

The psychiatrist made his way towards their kitchen where he found his husband already starting dinner.

Tony's back was facing him and since his favorite band's music was loud enough, he was able to sneak up on the other.

"Jesus!" The brunet startled when Stephen draped his form against his back. He felt his husband's chest rumble when he gave a deep chuckle.

"Sorry," Stephen wrapped his arms around him, "I just couldn't resist."

Tony snorted but leaned back, "No, you're not, asshat."

The other didn't answer but he proceeded to press open-mouth kisses on the brunet's neck.

Tony groaned and tilted his head to side with a smirk, "Someone's eager."

The answer he got was a hand wondering down to grab what's below his pelvis. He gasped at this and he couldn't help grinding his ass against Stephen's groin.

"Oh gross!"

The psychiatrist pulled away from his husband and turned around to smile at his son.

Peter's face was scrunched up, "Don't do that here. That's what bedrooms are for."

Tony also turned around with a huge grin, "Bedroom's not the only place you can do the do, Pete. That's why you must have a condom with you at all times."

"Dad!"

The brunet laughed at his son's expression, "I'm just messing with you, kid."

"Aren't I," He winked at Stephen, "Honey?"

His husband snorted with an amused smile, "Don't mind him, Peter."

The teen just shook his head, "You two are impossible. What's for dinner?"

Tony brightened up at that, "Curry but I used Brucie-bear's recipe."

"Uncle Bruce always make the best curry," Peter practically ran towards the sink, "Let's dig in!"

 They let Peter stay up tonight since there's no school tomorrow. Stephen would have liked to stay and watch Disney movies with Tony and Peter but he was reallytired.

The two of them understood and let him retire early for the night. He'll probably just have to make up to them somehow.

Stephen took a quick shower and did his hygienic needs before crawling in the bed. He was ready to doze off when his phone suddenly lit up and vibrated.

He reached for the gadget and sighed when he saw that it was just an email. He was willing to just leave it be for now and take his much needed rest but he saw that it was sent by his colleague, Christine Palmer.

The psychiatrist opened the message and read it. Then he read it again.

Then again and again.

No matter how much he reread the email, there was no denying that he had read it right and that his mind wasn't playing a trick on him.

Stephen was being appointed as the personal psychiatrist of Steve Rogers.

The mass-murdering psychopath that the FBI caught last week.

What the fuck?

The first chapter of Murders and Psychiatrists in AO3: