Hey y'all, so I finally got around to seeing The Avengers and I loved it! Here's tribute to one of the best action movies I've ever seen!
-Redashrose
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own The Avengers, that's why I'm putting this story up on a fanfiction sight (Note sarcasm)
Sophia's point of view-
"Jonah, what's the rest of my day looking like?" I asked when we came back from lunch
She got out the planner on her Nook and looked it up. "Mr. Lewis is coming in at One-thirty and then you have Ms. Allen coming in at four. You've got time for dinner around five but then you're due back at seven for Mr. Wright."
"Ah, good old Mr. Wright" I said, thinking about the patient that's probably been with me the longest
"You know, I'd ask what his problem was, why he's be seeing you for so long but I remember him walking into your office wearing a Star Trek outfit and…the question just kind of goes away" she said, amused
"Jonah" I said "I know you, you've read his file, he's here for relationship issues not his…"
"…"
"Touché"
"Uh huh" She said, smirking
"Just let me know when my next client gets here will you?" I rolled my eyes before going into my office
My private practice took me years to build up but it probably would've taken me longer if it wasn't for my "special talents." Looking at Jonah now was like looking at a mood ring. I could read her emotions like an infrared. Her body radiated a sea green color, showing how relaxed she was after our lunch break.
Jonah was my secretary but she was also my neighbor and friend. One of my closest friends actually since she was the only person I trusted with my secret and I knew I could trust her because she knew what it was like to be different. She was a mutant. It's sort of how we met. She was so open about it people were reluctant to hire a mutant but she was smart and has never let me down. I couldn't help but be jealous of her at times. Even though being a mutant was hard she was never afraid to own up to whom she was, the complete opposite of me.
Her looks were something to be jealous of too. Her strait, sleek short black hair was so much nicer than my long burgundy waves. Her eyes were a clear light blue, unlike my dark, stormy blue ones. The only similarity we shared was pale skin.
I sat down on the chair and looked out the window. Half of the reason I rented the office space was because of the view. Manhattan looked peaceful from up here, I think my patience and I sometimes needed something nice to look at when things seem chaotic sometimes. I leaned back and rubbed a soothing hand over my arms as they tensed up suddenly. Fifteen years and I still haven't been able to completely recover from what happened to me.
Jonah's point of view-
I typed quickly and waited for Sophia's last client to come in, my thin metal bracelets jingled with the movement. Mr. Wright was the good doc's last client; he was a funny kind of man, it entertained me when he came in... He was having intimacy issues.
Sophia disapproved of my snooping, but she didn't stop me either.
As I finished typing the last sentence Mr. Wright comes in. He's a man in his mid-fifties, thinning hair, and had a bit of fat. "Wait right here Mr. Wright," I said with a practiced too-bright smile. "I'll go get Dr. Atkins." I got up and opened her door.
"Sophia, Mr. Wright is here."
"Thanks Jonah." The red head nodded and finished up what she needed to do. "Send him in."
I nodded and went back to my desk, telling the older man he could go in. He thanked me, like always, and walked in like he had lead feet. I chuckled once the door closed. This man was one of the entertainers of my day.
There wasn't much to do now, the busy part of the day was between opening, at 8am, and then to 4pm. After that it slowed down considerably, it was nice to have some down time at the work place.
I worked five days a week, Sunday-Thursday and then from 8am to 8:30pm; good hours and I got long breaks. Not to mention Sophia paid well... For a middle class job, Sophia did pay me well.
I adjusted my fake glasses, waiting for Mr. Wright to come out; he was done in less two hours. I shut down everything, and stood up; flexing my fingers in the process, a little electric charge surged in them.
Suddenly my cell phone rang, immediately I picked I answered it, not bothering to look at the ID, knowing it could only be a handful of people. "Hello?" I questioned, and was suddenly assaulted with the high, and way too happy, voice of Tony.
Sophia's point of view-
Mr. Wright was a complex man, despite the fact that he was in his fifties and still loved Star Trek, the issue wasn't that he had a problem reaching women. Oddly enough, the problem was he still couldn't get over the death of his wife long enough to try anymore. There are just some things they don't prepare you for, even at Stanford.
"We've been through this Mr. Wright" I said, having a trouble staying serious when he was always trying to be adorable "Star Trek isn't your way of meeting women it's your security blanket" I said, still sympathetically.
"But if I like it and they like it, it's a connection…Do you like Star Trek Doc?"…I can't tell if he's kidding.
I smiled politely "I'm flattered but I'm not allowed to see my patients Mr. Wright." And I could never like Star Trek as much as you do "But please consider what I said, you don't need a security blanket to meet women."
"I'll consider it Doc" Break through!
"Good, now our time is up but I enjoyed our session and if you would like to make another appointment, you can make one with Jonah on your way out" I said with a smile as I showed him the door.
"Thanks Doc" he said before walking out.
I plopped down on my desk and lifted my feet for a minute, kicking off my heels. I sat down a lot but that doesn't stop my feet and fanny from aching after a long day after feeling the emotions of the clinically depressed. I got headaches sometimes, not that I didn't love what I do but the feelings can be overpowering sometimes.
After a few minutes of rest and a couple of Advil I went outside to see Jonah yelling on the phone "No Tony, you're not experimenting on the dog!" She yelled.
I just stood there as the arguing continued and I waited for it to end. She hung up with an eye roll and I couldn't tell if the argument ended or if she just stopped him by hanging up.
"You have a boyfriend?" I asked with an eyebrow raise, surprised she didn't tell me about the man who was in her house, attempting to experiment on her dog, sooner.
"No…I don't know, it's complicated" she answered honestly.
"It always is." I replied "Well anyway," I said knowing that when she was ready to talk about it, she'd do it on her own. Probably outside the office where she wouldn't feel the need to charge me "that was our last client, you ready to get out of here?"
"Yeah but actually, can you go ahead of me? There's something I want to do before I go home. I'll lock up."
"OK" I said "listen, I know you're a bad ass mutant that can take care of herself but please be careful out there. It's Manhattan and there are a lot of weirdo's out there"
"Well you would know, you're probably treating half of them." She said sarcastically.
"Ha ha" I said, rolling my eyes but still finding it funny "Just don't do anything stupid" I said before walking to the door
"You got it boss."
