I don't own the characters, only the ones I created.

According to the plan every chapter will deal with one character and one therapy session. The characters will probably return so we can see if/how they progress. I plan some scenes out of the therapy as well to get to know a little more about the therapist.

I love Clintasha, so Clint has no family in this one, even though I am not sure about the nature of their relationship. Also, Coulson is alive (for fun).

English is not my native language, so thanks for bearing with me :)

Name: Stella Moon

Species: Human

Date of birth: March 12, 1990

Place of birth: United States of America

Citizenship: American

Occupation: Psychologist

Family status: Single

It is not an easy job. Not long after the foundation of the Avengers it became painfully obvious that the members of the team did not cope well with the stress of the job. I don't exactly know what happened before I was employed, but there were rumours about a conference room in the need of restoration. So now every one of them was required to spend an hour on therapy with me every week, even Fury. The reactions were quite diverse, to say the least.

As for me, I knew it was not easy when I started to work with them. The salary was great and the job came with huge benefits and also challenges. To give up my personal life did not seem too big of a sacrifice for the moment. I never quite succeeded at the field of romantic relationships after all, and I was fine with that. It was probably still better than in some of my new patients' cases.

File ID: 90452 - two weeks after the battle of NY

Name: Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Species: Human

Date of birth: November 22, 1984

Place of birth: Soviet Union

Citizenship: Soviet, Russian, American

Occupation: Spy

Family status: Single (?) (note: the question made the patient snicker)

"Thank you for taking the time to see me. I know how busy you are," I start as I sit down in my armchair.

Natasha sits across me on the sofa with her legs crossed under her. She shrugs. "It wasn't exactly my decision, Miss Moon. There were indications that I shall show up here every Monday at 12am if I want to keep this job."

"Well, I am still glad to see you cooperate. There was a session with the patient brought in by two agents. Then they waited at the door for us to finish."

She smiles at that. "Thor?"

"Tony," I respond. At her laughter I add, "don't tell anyone, please."

She presses her thumb and index finger together and drags them across her lips. "I can keep one more secret."

I nod. "How are you, Natasha?"

"Today or in general?"

"Let's start with today. Busy day?"

"I'm fine. I only got one training for today. With Steve."

"Are you worried about it?"

She smirks at me. "Not really. He still doesn't like beating up women."

"What about in general? Do you have something you want to share with me?" I ask.

"Why, so you can report it back to the boss?"

I shake my head. "Absolutely not. Nothing gets out of here. I'm bound by the obligation of confidentiality."

"There are no secrets here," Natasha replies.

I sigh. I didn't have the illusion that I would have an easy job with Natasha, but I guess I still had a ray of hope about it. Not anymore. I decide to change strategy. "Speaking of which, I've heard you had a brawl with agent Barton. Did you get that from him?" I ask glancing at a bruise on her neck, the kind that looks like a hickey but could be also caused by a punch.

She shrugs but does not answer. "Do you have sexual relationship with agent Barton?" I prod.

This time her eyes flash savagely when she looks at me. "What does this have to do with my job?" she asks.

"You must know that human relationships always influence an agent's performance."

She sighs. "No, I do not."

"As of now?" I can see her grit her teeth.

"I have never had any kind of relationship with agent Barton. If you want to know if I slept with him, yes, of course I did. But not recently."

I'm surprised at the natural tone she uses to say she got intimate with her colleague, but I move on quickly. "Why?" I ask simply.

"Why did I sleep with him?" I nod. She does not answer.

"Natasha," I start slowly. "You use sex. I've read the reports. Everyone knows that you are the one to get sent on missions where someone needs to be seduced. Have you ever had a relationship with a man or woman in which sex didn't come with a price? When you did it because you wanted it and you liked it?"

She looks at me for a long minute and then curses in Russian. "I do not want to talk about sex."

"What would you rather talk about? Your friendship with agent Barton?" She shifts in her seat.

"That's not a friendship."

"How would you describe your relationship then?"

"You didn't pay attention, Miss Moon. I said we don't have any relationship."

"I know what you said, Natasha. But two colleagues always have some kind of relationship."

"He's my partner."

"Do you trust him?"

She shakes her head. "I do not trust anyone."

"Why?"

"Because nobody gave me a reason to."

"More than one of the Avengers saved your life in the past."

"Because it is their job."

It doesn't seem the right direction. I decide to return to the previous topic. "Should we expect another brawl between you and agent Barton in the near future?"

"Oh, not today, no," she replies with an almost sweet smile. She obviously enjoys my struggle.

"What did you fight about?"

"We didn't fight. We just had a brawl."

"Why?"

She clicks her tongue in irritation. "Why do you keep asking me that? Why I slept with Clint, why I brawled with Clint, what my friendship with Clint is like? It's enough. I don't want to talk to you about Clint. It's our business if I shag him, if I break his nose, if we go for a drink. His business and mine. Not yours, not Fury's, not Coulson's."

I take a deep breath. "You are right. But I am not here to pry into your personal life. I am here to help you."

"Help me with what?"

"Help you process things."

"I don't have anything to process."

"Does that mean we can talk about New York?"

She nods slowly. "We can. But you'd better not ask how it felt to see Clint murder our men."

"How did it feel to see the city collapse around you?"

Natasha looks at me blankly. "It felt like a Tuesday afternoon."

"How did it feel knowing Tony Stark is about to die? When you closed that hole anyway?"

"What do you want to hear, Miss Moon? That it was terrible? Do you want confirmation that I have emotions? I don't. I was thirteen when I killed for the first time. Emotions are for children. Look at what happens to those who do have them. Thor should have killed Loki, but he didn't. Stark makes mistakes one after the other. Steve still didn't manage to get over that getting-frozen story, though he should be happy he's alive."

"What about agent Barton?"

Natasha gives me a warning glare and stands up. "It is enough for today, Miss Moon."

I nod. She is probably right. I stand as well and stretch out my arm to shake her hand. "Well, thank you for your cooperation. I will see you next week."

She doesn't accept my hand. She turns around and leaves my room without saying goodbye.