reader was a highly skilled neuropsychologist who worked for what used to be SHIELD. a couple days after the bombing in vienna, her friend and coworker, sharon carter, asks a favor of her: to relocate to wakanda in order to help treat and rehabilita...
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italics = flashbacks, not conscious memories; some are from published chapters, some are not
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Five years is a long time.
A lot can change. A lot can stay the same. A lot can happen.
As time passed, Y/N began to feel out of place. She wasn't sure if this feeling was regarding her home, the country she was in, or even her own body. There was just this weird, low buzz in the back of her mind making her feel like something in her wrong.
She thought about moving, though she had no idea where she would go. Perhaps she just needed a change. For whatever reason, when she was looking at different places, she was particularly drawn to New York. There was just something about it that seemed right; she couldn't quite place it. New York felt comfortable and inviting - like there was something there for her. But she never went.
Moving to another country? On another continent? That's a huge step. And for what? A weird feeling? It wasn't enough for her to leave Belgium. Thus, she stayed... but so did the feeling.
After a while she thought maybe it was loneliness. She wasn't a stranger to the feeling, as a person who lived by herself, but usually she was fulfilled enough in her work that it didn't bother her. But now it was bothering her. Being alone.
As a result, she went on a date. A real date with a real human being. She wanted some kind of connection, wanted to clear out the loneliness.
She got lucky and found someone nice on her first try. He had brown hair and blue eyes. He was... good.
"So, what do you do for work?" he asked on the first date.
They went out for brunch at a nice restaurant.
"I'm a neuropsychologist."
"Oh, wow. So you like... psychoanalyze people?"
She smiled. "No, not quite."
"How'd you sleep?" she asked. "Nightmares still?"
"Last night wasn't bad," he shrugged. "Still... there, but I got some decent hours in."
"That's good," Y/N yawned. "I'd like to work more on the nightmares soon. See if we can find any improvement. But don't worry, no 'Interpretation of Dreams' shit because I refuse to dignify most Freudian theories."
