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"Alright...James sit down...Sam sit there...Y/n I would ask you to sit down but it doesn't look like you can." Dr Raynor commanded gesturing to each seat.
"Can you at least get them to unlock me?" I bargained shaking my arms making my cuffs jingle.
"Sorry Stark but due to your previous unpredictability they didn't want to take any chances." Doc explained casting her eyes to the table as both Sam and Bucky sat down.
"Right right of course." I muttered rolling my eyes. See they never show you this aspect of being a "hero" in the movies. The constant lack of trust between others. The 'oh my God is that the killer woman' or 'is she gonna kill me' it's not exactly the nicest thing to ever hear.
"Just take em off she ain't gonna do anything." Sam defended.
"Yeah come on doc we've been at this for like 5 years you know she wouldn't hurt anyone." Bucky also helped.
"My hands are tied look let's get this started alright?" Raynor said in a very final tone. I fucking hate this bitch like she is the literal worst...like ever well except Walker.
"All right, look Dr Raynor? I get it, why you want me to talk to Freaky Magoo and Homicidal Heather over here but I'm 100%." Sam tried to lie. Rather unsuccessfully may I add.
"It's my job to make sure that you're okay and so, yeah, this may be slightly unprofessional but you guys need the therapy." Raynor joked. Lady I think everyone needs the therapy honey.
"This is ridiculous." I piped up letting my foot tap the floor. Doc glared at me slightly before turning back to her main men. Buckaroo and Sammy Pam.
"I agree." Sam butted in. Why he was talking to me was beyond me.
"See? Making progress already." Raynor condescendingly cheered. I over dramatically rolled my eyes and paced the widths of the boxes room. "Okay. We're going to do an excersize. It's something I use with couples when they are trying to figure out what life they wanna build together. Are you familiar with the miracle question?" She carried on. I was as it was part of my therapy...you know the 'are you going to kill yourself or love him' kinda thing...let's just say that the therapist at the time left pretty damn quickly when I threw a mug of boiling coffee over him. What? I have a short temper.
"Absolutely not." Sam quickly chimed in. Oh sorry for even being born Mr Attitude.
"Alright, it goes like this. Suppose that while you're sleeping, a miracle occurs. When you wake up, what is something that you would like to see that would make your life better?" She asked Sam and Bucky. I take it I just evaporated in this situation. What was the point of me being there I could be doing stuff like I don't know...getting my daughter out of a school where stabbing kids is acceptable.
"In my miracle, he would talk less." Bucky jibed at Sam.
"Funny that was exactly what I was gonna say." Sam retorted back.
"Sorry Doc, doctor, Ray, Raynor, therapist...do I have to be here?" I asked her raising my eyebrows and rocking back and forth on my heels.
"Well due to Mr Walker out there after this session you technically don't have to come in anymore...so unless you want another 5 years in therapy...I'd shut up." Raynor scolded with a glare. If I wanted to kill myself I'd do it to get out of this shitty therapy bs. I just hate it...alright. Sorry I'm being rude.
"Whhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyy." I groaned just spinning around aimlessly and like a child.
"Come on it's like an hour...and I won't ask you anything...alright?" She asked...well more likely stated.
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FanfictionSEQUEL TO THE HAPPY ENDING OF BROKEN INSIDE She finally found her place...her family and now she embarks on a new adventure with them but there is way more she has to deal with. Her new found powers and therapy with her beloved. Only in the introduc...
