I am so sorry that I haven't had time to update! I was too focused on writing other chapters, along with preparing for the school year, between band and cheer camp there's no time. And I'm lazy. Anyways, let's start.
Blank sat on her bed, watching TV, where they were talking about the newest Avenger.
"Today the world got a shock as there was a new addition to the superhero team called the Avengers. At a press conference at Avengers/Stark tower, the girl whose name is Blank appeared officially for the first time. At the conference she had gotten into a heated event with reporter Christine Everhart. This a clip of the event."
The reporter, Michelle disappeared as the clip rolled. Blank watched every agonizing moment, watching her speech to Christine. Once it was over she saw Michelle's face again.
"The newest Avenger seems to have a past that people are dying to know about. With me tonight is psychologist Erick Brown. Erick, what can you tell me about this girl?"
Suddenly, Blank saw a middle aged, balding man with glasses. "Well, I think it's safe to say that this girl is mentally unstable, judging by her response to Ms. Everhart. She should get serious counseling and therapy. Whoever these people are who did this to her must be tracked down. She was probably very afraid of them. I do not think that it's wise to let someone with this much weight on their shoulders be a part of a team like this." Blank scoffed as he went on of what she could get help with. She wasn't afraid. It was HYDRA who should be afraid, as one of their most powerful assets were missing.
Her phone started ringing, and Blank saw that it was Fury who was calling her. She answered and he wasted no time.
"What the hell were you thinking, getting on the media's bad side?" He asked, mad. "I don't know. It was the only way that Everhart wouldn't end up dead or maimed." She replied and heard the director sigh. "Look. I'm looking at the reports and the news, and I have a solution. You will do this." He said and Blank wondered what he wanted.
"I'll be sending a therapist to the tower every week for one day. We have plenty at SHIELD so if there is a problem, we can get you another one." Blank agreed, she did need help. "One will be coming every Thursday." She made a mental note, today was Monday, so she'd have plenty of time to prepare. Just as she thought that he would hang up, Fury continued.
"Also, as an Avenger you will also work for SHIELD as an agent." "Okay, is that it?" She asked, wanting to throw the phone across the room. "That's all." Fury said and hung up.
Blank turned off the TV and went to the elevator. "JARVIS, where are the others?" She asked the AI. "The rest of the team is in the living room miss." She got into the elevator and pressed the right button.
"Put a reminder that for every Thursday a therapist will be in the building. Oh, and just call me Blank." She said and JARVIS agreed.
Blank arrived at the living room where they were talking. They greeted her as Blank took a seat in a black armchair.
"So what's happening?" Bruce asked, like he already knew that she needed to tell them something.
"I wanted to let you guys know that Fury just called, and he's sending a therapist here every Thursday. He thinks that I need help." They stared at her for a moment, having watched the press conference. "Is that all?" Bruce questioned and she nodded, standing up.
Blank went back to her room and took a shower, got changed, and got in the vents. She was exhausted, emotionally and physically.
It took her a few minutes to realize that Fury was right. She needed help. Blank wondered what people were saying about the new Avenger. She drifted off into an uneasy sleep, troubled.
Blank fell into a routine for the next couple of days. She would get up early, change, fly around on the roof, she would go to breakfast, read, exercise, go to the shooting range, spend time with the team, and then sleep.
It was relaxing, falling into the same rhythm every day, but she knew it would change on the day she met her therapist.
She woke up at five on the Thursday, dreading everything. Blank went up to the roof and went flying around the city, hoping she would relax, but to no avail.
After breakfast was over and Blank was putting away the dishes, JARVIS' voice rang out. "Blank, your therapist has arrived." She thanked him and the rest of the team looked up from their breakfast as the elevator dinged and an older man stepped out.
He showed his SHIELD badge as he set his briefcase on a coffee table. Blank walked up to him, the dread was worse than ever. "Hi, I'm Blank, nice to meet you." She said and shook his hand, something she had learned a few days ago. "Hello, I'm Dr. Roberts. He said and took a seat in a black armchair while Blank sat across from him on the comfortable loveseat.
She watched as he pulled out a clipboard and started asking questions. The day was torture for Blank as he sat in that chair for seven hours. Dr. Roberts had been very professional, jotting things down and asking questions.
After he left, Blank called Fury. "How was Dr. Roberts?" He asked and she sighed. "Too professional, like a piece of stone." She said and it was his turn to sigh. "I'll find someone else."
That was how it was for five weeks. Blank hated all of her therapists and every time she called Fury, he already knew what she was calling for.
To combat her awful Thursdays, she had thrown everything out of a spare bedroom and got new furniture. Blank called it 'The room where she spent a whole day with someone who was as boring as a brick wall'. It was filled with pillows, blankets, and soft rugs.
Her next therapist was a woman who was like a worm, she wanted to know everything. She only made it to the second hour, wanting to know about how she was raised. Blank had promptly told her to, "Get the hell out of this tower!" And she had.
She had called Fury strait after that and he had enough. "That's it. I'm sending in the best therapist we have. They are for the people who hate everyone else."
That Thursday came and Blank sat in the vents above the spot where the elevators are a few feet away. The elevator dinged.