Hello wonderful readers, I'm back with a new chapter and I'd like to thank those of you who reviewed my story, your comments gave me the spirit to write and post early. Also like to thank those who favorite and followed my story. And to answer Guests question, yes FandomsAllAround is the creator of Leaving Hurts, a Johnlock fanfiction story. I already threatened her with death if she does not finish her story, so she is aware that she has a crowd of angry fan fiction readers out there. This whole story is considered a trigger warning due to the graphic description of abuse so be aware of that.
A/N: I don't own the Avengers or Spider-man, Marvel does.
Chapter 3
"Hey, are you okay?" Peter asked again.
I looked at him and gave him a fake smile, "Yeah, I'm fine... just peachy actual."
He gave me a weird look, "Are you sure? Look, if I did something wro-"
"No," I said cutting him off a bit too sharply. "It wasn't you. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go. Nice meeting you."
I pushed passed him and made my way to the bus station. Katherine Larara. Really? I couldn't be named Ashley or Sarah, no, it had to be Katherine. I arrived at the bus station and checked which one was going my way. As soon as I found it, I got on, paid my fee, and went to the very back. Once I sat down, I took my iPhone out and called Officer Jones, he picked up after the second ring.
"Hey Rosalinda, how's it g-"
I cut him off sharply, "Katherine Larara."
He sighed and said warily, "So, I take it you saw the information?"
"No, not all of it, I kind of got hung up on the whole, name thing. How could you think I would be okay with this?"
"I knew you would react this way," he admitted.
"Really? Then why would you do this? If you knew I was going to bitch out," I really didn't care that I just cursed while talking to a cop, I can regret that later.
"Listen Rosa-"
"No, you listen to me. Moving me to New York, whatever, I don't care, I have nothing left for me in Connecticut, besides, I have always wanted to go to the big apple. Changing my identity, okay, I might not like it or understand why I have to, but I'll do it. Those are things I can do, but I'm not going to be named Katherine Larara."
"Rosalinda, it's just a name, s-"
"It's not just any name. It's the name of my dead sister. Officer Jones, now I don't know what you sick bastards were thinking when you decided to re-name me Kat-"
This time it was Officer Jones who interrupted me, "First of all Rosalinda, it was not me who gave you that name, it was my supervisors. You know, the ones who know nothing about your family, nor do they care? Yeah. Those supervisors. I fought tooth and nail for you, but they wouldn't give in. Secondly, I don't know why you're reacting this way, it's just a name."
I pursed my lips together and rested my head on the window, "I'm sorry and you're right, you don't know."
With that, I hung up and looked out the window. I replayed that conversation over and over again in my head, especially the part about him not getting what I was so worked up about. He just doesn't understand how I feel about being named after my sister. It's like another slap to the face of what happened to her because of me. All too quickly, I felt that familiar feel of rage wash over me. Because of him. And because of him, I'm here. Because of him, I lost the people I most care about. Because of him, I-
"Excuse me dear, is this seat taken?" I was shaken out of my thoughts by an elderly woman smiling at me.
I looked around and realized that the bus had stopped at my destination. I gave her a smile and replied, "No, it's not. I'm getting off now anyway."
I got up and started walking down the aisle, making my way to the exit when someone called my named. "Rosalinda," the person whispered. I turned around and noticed that no one was paying me any attention, except for one a man, dressed in black, sitting in the back of the bus. I started to shake as I recognized the man. It was this man who has made my life hell.
"Hey, lady, are you going to get off or not?"
I jumped and turned around to see the bus driver giving me an annoyed look, I turned around, but the man was nowhere to be seen. I turned back to the bus driver and gave him a quick apology before running out the bus, trying desperately to get out of the small place. I needed fresh air. Even when I was outside, it still felt as if I was suffocating. My vision started to swim and dance. I shackingly made my way to the nearest building, letting myself rest against it. After a while, I felt alright, that is, until I heard people talking.
"Happy, why is a homeless person sleeping outside my building?"
"For exactly that reason sir, she's homeless."
"Uh, whatever… but why my building? Oscorp is just around the corner, she can sleep there if she's so keen on sleeping. Besides, now that I look at her, she doesn't seem homeless."
I opened my eyes to finally see who exactly had been talking, coming face to face with two men. One was round and wearing a black suit, making it look like he just popped out of a Man in Black movie. The other one was a bit short with brown hair, goatee, jeans, ray bans, and an AC/DC shirt. I could have sworn I saw some shining blue circle under his shirt. At that point, I realized that they had been talking about me.
"Who are you?" I questioned.
The short man snorted and answered me with a snark, "I should be asking you that, considering this is my building."
I looked up at the building and saw that at the very top it had a big A on it. Then it all clicked. I knew who this man was. It was Tony Stark. This was Ironman. The only reason I knew this was because when the alien attack happened in New York, it was broadcasted everywhere. During the fight, you could see a bunch of weird people in outfits and a gigantic green monster fighting the 'bad guys'. Later on, the world knew them as the Avengers. That A was their trademark symbol.
I looked at Tony and the one I assumed was Happy, giving them an apologetic smile, "Sorry about that, I had a bit of a headache and decided to rest. I'm not homeless."
Tony sized me up and gave me an Oscar winning smile, "No problem, I know everyone is just dying to be near my building… Now, who are you?"
My smile dimmed a bit at that, "I'm Katherine, and you are?" I said, acting as if I didn't know him, trying to knock him down a peg or two.
"Uh, how do you not know me?" he looked at Happy, "How does she not know me?"
"With all due respect sir not everyone knows you."
"Well they should."
Before Happy could reply again, he got a phone call. When he was finished with it, he turned towards Tony, "That was Pepper. She said, quote, 'Tony better be in this meeting in five minutes or else Mark 4 is taking an unexpected swim tonight,' unquote."
Tony looked as if he was told his dog just died, he turned to me and said, "Well, bye person who does not know me."
I smirked and gave him a little wave, "Bye Tony Stark, pleasure meeting you."
I had the pleasure of seeing his stunned face before I walked away. That weird, but oddly nice, talk had really helped my nerves, I even felt lighter. As soon as I arrived at my destination, which was only one block down from the Avengers building or Stark tower whatever you want to call it, I took a big breath. I headed up the steps to meet my undertaker, I mean, psychiatrist opps.
Thirty minutes of paperwork, singing, and waiting later, I finally got to see my psychiatrist. . She was a twenty-nine year old Hispanic woman with black hair, brown eyes, and a mocha skin tone. She greeted me and told me to have a seat in the beige leather chair; she then sat opposite of me. Neither of us said anything, we just looked at each other. Occasionally she would write something down then look up again and smile at me. I would smile back, waiting for her to say something.
Then she finally said, "So Rosalinda how was your day?"
I stared, shocked at her, that's it? Just, 'How is your day?'? "Um … -"
"Call me Jena."
"Okay, Jena, aren't you going to ask about, you know, my problem?"
She just laughed and said, "No, we won't talk about that until you're ready. I'm not here to pressure you, I'm here to help and listen to you."
I was shocked; usually my doctors wanted me to talk and pestered me until I finally gave in.
"Well, my day was fine, like any other, I guess."
"Meet anyone interesting?" Jena questioned.
I smiled a bit as I thought of Happy, Tony, and Peter, "Yeah, you could say that."
We slipped into silence again, although this time it wasn't so awkward, but I knew that sooner or later we were going to have to talk about my... problem. With a sigh, I said, "Let's just talk about it."
She smiled as if I just told her she won the lottery. "Good," she said, pulling out a folder with the name 'Rosalinda Black' on it, "So, the man who attempted to rape you, stalked you, and killed your family, his name is Damon Corbet? Correct?"
"Yes," I said, my throat feeling dry at how forward she was. It also gave me the chills to hear that basterds name.
"What was Damon Corbet to you?"
"To me he was Monsieur Corbet, my ex French teacher," I spoke bitterly.
Good? Bad? Please leave your comments they really help me and give me the spirit to write. And in case you were wondering why she was upset about the whole name thing you'll find out in the next chapter. And did you guys like that Tony Stark made an appearance I know I did I was literally fangirling when I wrote that piece. Special thanks to FandomsAllAround for helping me edit you rock girl.
