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Oh, and I'm sorry with how I ended the last chapter. I didn't really like how it happened, but… at least it got me to where I want to be, so, I guess it works… hehe…
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Chapter 3
Mikkie POV
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the pounding headache. Serves me right. I thought to myself.
The next thing I noticed was that I was in a different room than my cell. I sat up, struggling against my woozy head. That's when I saw the doctor (No, not from Doctor Who). He was at a lab table of some sort when he looked up and saw me.
"Ah, you're awake. I suppose you have a pretty good migraine now, huh?" he asked. I could only nod. He must've noticed my grimace (which wouldn't be very hard to miss), because he asked, "How bad is it?" and walked over to my bed.
"I…" I struggled to find words while I couldn't even think straight. I looked up at his face, and said, "the pounding won't go away."
"Well," he said, smiling slightly, "maybe next time just ask to go to the medical room instead of trying to give yourself a concussion." He chuckled a little. "The name is Dr. Banner. But you might know me better as Bruce. Bruce Banner." He held out a hand. I shook it.
"Mikkie. Mikkie Sanderson. Although, I suspect you already knew that." I looked at him. "Am I to believe that you're the one that threatened me with 'the Other Guy', whoever he is." Bruce stared at me.
"And how did you know that?" he asked.
"Your voice it sounds the same. So, who is this 'Other Guy'? And can I get some food? I'm starving. I haven't eaten since, like, last week." To prove my point, my stomach growled. I looked down at it, shrugged, and then looked back at Bruce.
He looked me over, and then spoke into an earpiece. "Well, guys? She seems pretty normal to me; can we let her eat something now?"
"Yes, Dr. Banner, you may take her to get some food."
"Thank you." He replied. Turning his focus back to me, he asked, "Well, what do you say to some food?" I beamed up at him.
"I say that sounds FAAAANTASTIC!" I replied. I grabbed Bruce's offered hand, steadying myself before letting go and walking out the door with him.
"So, tell me. Who exactly is this 'Other Guy'? You didn't tell me earlier." I asked Bruce once we were back in the medical room, having just eaten.
"The Other Guy is what people call 'the Hulk'. And for good reason too. Whenever I get really angry, the Other Guy, or, Hulk, comes out into the open, and usually causes chaos. He tends to destroy everything in sight. It's not really a good idea to bring him out…"
"Ohhh, okay, so, he's like your alternate personality who has anger issues."
"Yeah, basically." He looked away, knowing what my reaction was going to be (or so he thought). But, to his surprise, no screams came, not even a shaky 'get away from me!'. He looked back, and saw my eyes. He could see something in them, but it wasn't fear, or horror. He saw understanding in them.
"Yeah, I know what it feels like to be treated that way by everybody, so I get it. So," I put a hand on his arm. "Now there is one less person on your 'people who fear me' list." I smiled at him.
"Huh, yeah, I guess so. Hey, thanks." He smiled back. I took my hand off his arm, and tensed when I saw someone walk in. Why is he wearing an eye patch?
"Dr. Banner. I am guessing that she is ready." The man asked.
"Yes, Director Fury," Bruce replied to eye patch. "I believe she is."
"Whoa whoa whoa. Hold your horses, and wait a second. Am I ready for what?" I asked getting ready to run if needed. Bruce saw this, as did Fury.
"Mikkie, you get to-" Bruce was interrupted by eye patch.
"Miss, you are going to meet the rest of the team." I relaxed slightly, but not a lot.
"What team?" I asked as they led me down the hall.
"The Avengers."
We walked into the room, and I froze when I saw how much space there was. And also how many people were in there. There was a central space and then farther beyond that there were many stations with computers and agents all around.
The eye patch dude (Nick Fury, as I heard him called) stopped at the central space where there were many people gathered around. The people (who I am guessing are the Avengers) stopped their conversations and looked when we walked in.
So many people…
"Hey, who's this?" asked the expensive looking tuxedo man. He started walking up towards me, and I backed up towards the door.
"Tony, this is Mikkie. Umm," Steve said when he saw me backing up, about to start hyperventilating. "Mikkie, are you alright?" My eyes were shifting everywhere, my breathing getting heavy, and everyone's voices were getting farther away. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Steve looking down at me, concern in his eyes. Slowly, I started to feel better. The voices were back to normal.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, there's just so many people." I started breathing normal again. Steve noticed and nodded, before taking his hand off of my shoulder. Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed it, before noticing the weird looks I was given. "Sorry, I just- it's just- oh, never mind." I felt the burning of my cheeks and looked down, before trying to elaborate more. Bruce beat me to it.
"I'm just guessing that it's for a reason?" at my nod, he continued. "I see. When in contact with someone, so, like, with their hand or shoulder, you feel not so enoclophobic." Everyone looked at him weird. He just sighed and explained, "Enoclophobia is the fear of crowded spaces. But, when she touches somebody," he indicated to Steve, "she doesn't feel as crowded." I then decided to continue on from there.
"It's strange, I know, but," I glared at Tony when he snickered, "it only – only – works when it's with hands or shoulders." Tony didn't look like he believed me, so my glare turned into a death-glare.
"Ookaay then." Steve said, to break up the mind battle thingy I was having with Tony. "So, Mikkie, you already know me and Bruce. This is Barton, Natasha, Thor, and Tony." He gestured to each, and in turn nodded when their name was called." Somebody cleared their throat. "Oh, and, Director Fury."
"Oh, okay, Eyepatch dude." He glared at me, and everyone else snickered. Well, Natasha and Clint gave a smile. I couldn't keep it in anymore, I just had to. So I did. I started laughing, and nearly fell on the ground. His glare hardened (is that even possible?) and I just laughed even harder. I finally calmed down enough to speak.
"Hey, guys. I'm Mikkie. Mikkie Sanderson."
Soooooo… I hope I did better on this chapter, so please tell me how I did! Thanks for reading!
