A/N: This idea's been at the back of my head FOR AGES. Now I couldn't hold it back anymore. (chuckles)

SO, BASICALLY, WHAT IS THIS? Therapy sessions with ALL the Avengers. The sessions may deal with the character's general issues, the aftermath of a mission or ANYTHING I (and you guys) have imagination for. I MARK DOWN WHICH CHARACTER THE SESSION IS IN THE CHAPTER-TITLES. Each character may get several outings. THE CHAPTERS MAY GO BACK AND FORTH IN TIME; just saying so you won't get confused. I'll do my best to clarify where each session (aka chapter) takes place, of course. (smiles)

WARNINGS: mentions of violence, mental issues, mentions of abuse, language, VERY adult themes; some chapters may be rated M and those are marked separately to warn readers

DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I… own… NOTHING. Or well, the DVDs I've purchased but that's it. No profit is made of this.

Awkay, before I chicken out… Let's go! I REALLY hope that you'll enjoy the ride!

This bit introduces us to the therapist, because I wanna reveal how the Avengers became her patients. (grins)

Sessions With Dr. Sarah Harris

Prelude

Dr. Sarah Harris had been a psychiatrist for a while, now. On the one-year anniversary of her graduation she began to counsel soldiers, men and women who struggled with coming back home from the warzone properly. Over that time she'd faced far more patients than she could count. Most of them she'd been able to help. Some incredibly tragic ones had been out of her reach. But she'd never, ever given up on a single one of them. For some she was the first person who refused to give up on them.

Perhaps it was her stubbornness that brought her to the attention of… certain people. More likely her area of expertise. Eight years into her career a dark skinned, one eyed man came to her with a job offer than seemed to be ripped from some sort of an action movie. For the first twenty minutes she sat listening to him with as straight of a face as possible, wondering if the man was actually in need of therapy. The next fifteen minutes she wondered if she was in need of additional counselling.

Nick Fury didn't look like he was joking, though. He didn't seem to be the type of a man who did a lot of joking. "I'm sure that you understand why I expect absolute confidentiality."

Sarah's hazel eyes hardened as she looked at him. "I understand your concerns but I've been a psychiatrist for almost a decade. I'm familiar with what's expected of me." Along with irritation she also felt a brush of fondness. The patients she'd soon have were clearly precious to the stern-faced man in front of her. Although she had a feeling that he'd never admit as much.

Nick nodded, clearly pleased with her answer.

Sarah waited for a few seconds but when it became apparent that he wouldn't offer further commentary she refocused on the files he brought her. Each of them held information on a new patient, if she'd choose to accept them. Each of them told grim tales.

Anger management issues. Depression. Addiction. PTSD.

The Avengers.

Sarah moved a strand of long, dark brown hair behind her ear and sighed heavily. She had to be out of her mind to even consider this… "I'm going to be honest with you. I wouldn't clear any of these people for field work." She looked out the window, where the reconstruction of New York was already fast in progress. "But I suppose it's a bit too late for that, since they've already gotten started." Her focus returned to the files, then to the man whose gaze made her feel like she was in an interrogation room. "You do realize how impossible this team is, right?"

"I acknowledge the challenges."

Challenges. Well, that was one word… Sarah fought to hold her tongue. "From what you told me I gathered that it took someone dying to make them work together properly. You probably understand why I have a huge problem with that. But…" She pursed her lips, deep in thought. "Before starting to approach them as a team I have to try and help them individually."

"So you're accepting the job?"

Yes. She was definitely out of her mind. "Yeah. I do." For a few seconds a smile flickered on Sarah's lips. "My sister… One of them saved her, during all that chaos. So I guess I owe them."

This team… This impossible group of misfits… If they'd somehow work… If they'd manage to work together without killing each other or turning on each other… They could do all sorts of amazing things. It might be nice to help them achieve that.

Sarah concluded that she was becoming delusional.

"How soon can you begin?"

"How soon can you convince one of them to come and see me?" she countered.

Was that… the beginning of a smile? Probably not. "By next week." This time he stared at the pile in front of her. "Which one would you like to meet first?"

Sarah considered. Then pushed one of the files forward. "Let's start with this."

What in the world had she just gotten herself into?

THE BEGINNING OF SESSIONS

A/N: And so we begin. (grins) IF you want to read more, of course!

SO, how does this sound? Horrible? Promising? PLEASE, do let me know, because starting with a brand new idea is always a bit nerve wrecking! And IF you'd like to read more, I'm asking the same question Fury did. Who should go first?

THANK YOU, so much, for reading this first taster! And whoever knows. Maybe I'll see you again later?

Take care!