July 11th, 2007
S.A.F.E. had me up today for a little visit. I didn't really know why they'd invite me to their helicarrier, but they did.
Now, for those of you who are so dumb that you don't know who SAFE is, lemme just say that the Strategic Action for Emergencies is exaclty like S.H.I.E.L.D. But instead of Nick Fury you got good ol' Colonel Sean Morgan. I know better than to joke around this guy. But I do it anyway sometimes, which drives the director nuts. He turns almost as red as Jameson. He's a professional without a sense of humor.
So I headed to his office in Times Square and told the lady at the front desk to get me a ride up there. Colonel Morgan ushered me into his nice little office of his--which is like three times smaller than Nick Fury's--and left me in there, saying he'd be in shortly.
So I waited. I checked around the place, found cool gadgets I didn't dare play around with, until a young fellow entered.
"Spider-Man. I'm Troy Saberstien."
"Heya, Troy. I'm Spider-Man."
"I know." He seemed amused at that. I get that a lot when I introduce myself. "Can I get you anything? Your file says you're addicted to coffee."
"I have a file?" And it's dead-on, by the way.
After a long silence I asked him exactly what he did around this place. He took a deep breath and said: I'm SAFE's post-traumatic stress counselor."
"Oboy."
"Yeah. I'm the guy that keeps tabs on the mental health of all field agents."
"So you guys called me up here to talk to a shrink?"
"The death of Captain America has been hard on all of us, but I have a feeling that it's much more difficult for you."
"Why?"
"Well, based on my research of your past exploits through media and such, I'm thinkin you must of have one humdinger of a father complex."
I winced at that.
"You're right," I said. "Cap was a big influence in my life. I respected him, learned from him, admired him--but I don't think we should go so far as to say I saw him as a father."
The counslor threw his hands up. "I think that you saw him as an adult who not necesarily took your father's place, but who was a damn good person to."
I thought at this. Cap was much older, wiser, more experienced--hey, the shrink had a point.
"Yeah, yeah. I really don't have time for this. I need to be out looking out for Gobby and Carnage."
Troy stood and gave me his card. "If you ever need to talk."
I took the card and then I took off.
But the card is sitting right on my desk.
Right in front of me.
COMMENTS:
(subj:its not so bad)
Opening up to someone and talking to someone is not a bad idea, Webs. It might help.
--Ben Grimm
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(subj:someone)
There is always someone to talk to about these things. It's not a bad thing if it hurts or if its hard, because you really cared about Cap.
--Dare Devil
A/N: Sorry-I had to switch some chapters up. I just added in this one so I could try and keep the months in the blog close to the months in real life.