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James Buchanan Barnes was the youngest psychologist employed at S.H.I.E.L.D ‘s facility for the criminally insane. He wanted to help people. Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. He lived with his parents until they passed while he was in his first year of college. He graduated top of his classes in both high school and college early having attained his psychology degree at the ripe age of twenty three. Getting hired at shield was a dream. Sure James knew they were all high profile cases but he felt that he could help these people that maybe all they needed was for someone to listen to them not frown upon them.
Now at twenty six, James was one of the top psychologists having helped “cured” over a hundred and fifty patients in his short time there.
“Doctor Barnes, How are you this morning”
Doctor Phil Coulson asked coming into James’ small slightly disorganized office. He was the head doctor at S.H.I.E.L.D he oversaw all treatments carried out as well as assigned cases to each doctor on staff.
“Doctor Coulson, Hello I’m good, how can I help you?”
“As you know you’re one of the top Doctors in the state,” the man spoke taking a seat pulling out a patient file folder “Which is why I’m trusting you with this case, It’s a higher profile than anything you’ve done in the past but I’m confident you’ll have success”
James slowly picked up the file looking its contents over
Name: Steven Grant Rogers
Alias: Nomad
Age: 40/105
D.O.B: July , fourth , nineteen seventeen
Race: Caucasion
Nationality: Irish Immigrant
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blond
Height: 6’2
Physical appearance: Built athletic , Black and grey tattoos on left and right arms, chest, back, hands, and legs. Bullet hole scars on left pectoral , shoulder, and stomach. Knife scars on palms and left rib cage, Cosmetic scars on tail of eyebrows right and left, scar across the left side of top and bottom lip. Other factors include ; Neatly kept beard and a crooked nose.
Psychical abilities: Super soldier , Enhanced psychical strength , speed , eye sight , hearing , reflexes , smell, healing ( result of receiving the super soldier serum in 1945) , Possibly immortal (doesn’t seem to psychically age). Excell’s in hand to hand combat , weapons (guns, knives, explosives, possibly others we don’t know about)
Notes: Can be aggressive , Gets bored easily, Mood swings, Violent when provoked, Doesn’t react well to being restrained to bed. Was cryogenically frozen for seventy years (defrosted in 2011, has been out for eleven years) , Stolen government property (Vibranium shield). Diagnosis inconclusive for the patient escaped - Dr. Maria Hill
There was a picture of Nomad at the top of the file held there by a paperclip. A mugshot from his most recent arrest. There was something behind those blue eyes that James wanted to know more about. He felt drawn to the man in a weird way that he hadn’t with any of his previous patients. James felt he could be the doctor to rehabilitate Nomad.
“Thank you, Doctor Coulson , I’ll do my absolute best to rehabilitate Mr.Rogers” James said with a smile standing to see his boss out “I look forward to reading your report and diagnoses, your first session will be this afternoon”
James was jittery the rest of the morning. Coulson had rescheduled all his other patients for the day which he was grateful for he’d hate to not give each one of his patients a hundred percent of his focus since their recovery depended on it
He was tempted to do research on No- Steven, calling him by his alias was no way to begin the road to recovery. Shaking his head James took a deep breath centering himself. He needed to go into this calmly with as clear a head as possible, he was determined to make a breakthrough even if it was the first session. He didn’t like to research his patients beyond their files before meeting them he’d rather they told him things that he could fact check later if need be
A knock on his door broke him out of his thoughts “Sorry,” it was one of the guards , Frank Castle, he had a thing for James but he wasn’t into it though that didn’t stop him from asking James out.
James didn’t want a relationship right now his career kept him busy and his last date was one from hell and to be honest Frank made his psychologist senses tingle. “Oh no , it’s my fault, sorry, Mister Castle. How can I help you?” James forced a polite smile “Frank, please call me Frank, I just stopped by to say I’ll be escorting your patient and that your appointment is in ten minutes”
James nodded swallowing “Yes of course , thank you Mis- Frank”
“Anytime Doctor Barnes, I wanted to ask you again about maybe going to dinner with me sometime” James had to suppress an eye roll this song and dance again. James put on a charming smile “I’m booked this entire week , ask me again maybe my answer will change'' he said his Brooklyn accent coming out thicker than it usually was. That made Castle smile yuck , “ Now, if you’ll ‘cuse me I hafta go set up for my patient”
James sat in the uncomfortable metal chair waiting for his patient, he hated these session rooms they were… sterile. It made him as a doctor on edge; he could only imagine how it made the patients feel. James flexed his fingers nervously “Get a grip Barnes” he growled to himself he was never usually this nervous with his other patients. James huffed throwing his dark shoulder length wavy locks into a messy bun high on his head being mindful of his metal fingers, his curtain bangs hanging loose framing his face
The door buzzed open revealing the guard escorting Mr. Rogers into the room. The man easily towered over the guard. James took the man in, he was built like a tank towering over James’ five foot seven self. The guard shoved the man into the small metal chair. “I’ll be right outside, Doctor Barnes” Castle stated “Thank you. Mr. Castle” James said looking at his patient
“Hello Mr.Rogers. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Doctor James Buchanan Barnes. Do you mind if we record these sessions?”
The blond’s blue eyes bore into James’ own lighter blue ones , it was like he was looking directly into James’ soul. Assessing him looking at some unknown thing that James himself didn’t even know was in there. Smirking at the young doctor when he seemed to find whatever he was looking for “Go right ahead, Doctor ”
James swallowed pressing record on the small device on the table “Shall we begin”