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Unorthodox Anger Management	By : Narrie Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 4539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Two
It felt like I got sucker punched, I could feel the last breath of air I had in my lungs leave my body. Painful memories ran through my head, I saw my parents right before they were so mercilessly butchered in front of me, and I couldn't do a thing. The look in my mother's eyes still haunts me to this day. I crouched down not being able to hold myself up, feeling those words seep into my very open wounds and sting. I was a child again, longing to see her parents but not knowing how. Not knowing why they were gone and not with her anymore; against all my will I started to cry.
I sensed the anger leave the room, it wasn't as overpowering as before which meant that either the anger came from this man and it was leaving him or it had gone to another part of the ship; however it was the least of my worries. I heard Bruce come towards me yet when he spoke it still made me jump.
"I'm sorry… I uh didn't mean to upset you. I know they were really upset when that mobster took you from them though and I don't mind telling you about them at all." His voice was so soothing; it calmed me down so that I was only sniffling back a runny nose. I looked up at him I saw the worry in his expression, I could sense the pain behind them.
"Besides… I know the pain of losing a parent." I felt the impulse to reach out and hold my hand against his cheek; all I wanted to do was comfort him and protect him… Luckily I had my wits about me so I stopped myself from running on autopilot.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that…"I said through a broken and cracked voice. Curse my stupidity…I shouldn't be acting like a sniveling child! I stood up and he followed suit. I looked up at him again as he gave me a coy smile; I couldn't help but smile back at him.
"I… um... I will be going back to bed again I guess. I'm sorry to just barge in here and just start…" I gestured to the ground; my pride not allowing me to admit what I just did. Bruce let out a light chuckle.
"It's okay Naomi; we all do it every now and then. The lives we've been given are… more difficult than others." I didn't understand. How could a doctor talk about a life we've been given, he's just sitting here in a lab working with test tubes… How is that even remotely close to what my life has been like? I could feel anger rising in me; my energy was adapting and feeding into the emotional atmosphere around me.
"What do you know about the life I have had to live?" I snapped at him. The shock on his face made me feel embarrassed and ashamed. This wasn't the man I should be getting mad at or blaming for anything, he's just trying to be kind. I sighed, "I'm sorry. I… I'm a Neuropath and to my understanding one of the only Neuropath's that exist." I looked up at him for any recognition that he knew what I was talking about but the shocked look he once had was now mixed with confusion and curiosity. I grabbed the closest chair to me and sat down, this would take a while to explain…especially to a scientist.
"A Neuropath, or atleast my version of being a Neuropath is kind of like having Telepathy but I can't read your thoughts, I can just read, sense and manipulate your nervous system. It's what makes me so valuable to people, it's the reason I was abducted when I was 7, it's what got my parent's killed when I was 17." Tears started to fill my eyes.
"I can control and stop signals that are sent from your brain, I can make someone stop breathing if I really wanted to, I've stopped signals going to certain organs or limbs. I can make people cripples for the rest of their lives." I inhaled deeply, almost at hysterics by this point. I controlled my breathing slowly, sitting in silence, with Bruce, as I calmed down.
"That's what woke me up tonight, and what brought me here, was this alarming amount of Anger and Sadness. I couldn't sleep so I decided to find out who it belonged to. It's why I came here but you were the only person in this room, and it's been slowly going further away or the person who channels these feelings isn't so angry anymore. But that's the downside to my ability… you see if I'm surrounded by a certain energy or emotion for too long, my body will adapt to that emotion and I can't control it." I inhaled trying to stop myself from ranting more but my body wouldn't stop.
"I tend to work off of impulses, unlike most people, but I can't control it. My brain sends signals four times faster than any human; most of the time it's too quick for me to stop… so long story short, that's why I snapped. I'm sorry." We sat in silence for a moment and Bruce just smiled again I really don't think this is a laughing matter I bitterly thought to myself.
"No, I'm the one who's sorry. The anger was probably from me to be perfectly honest. When you came in you startled me and when you started talking to me like I was just some normal guy… well I kind of forgot about all the anger I was feeling before. It's kind of refreshing really, not to have people feel like they have to tip toe around you." I know he saw my perplexed look because he returned it with a confused one of his own. "You don't know who I am?" I was shocked at his question and I knew he could see it.
"I'm sorry Bruce, not to sound rude at all but I was kind of living a secluded life, even in the position I was in. I didn't really hear much about people with other abilities… I didn't even know what S.H.E.I.L.D. was until I broke into one of their bases. So to answer your question, I do not know who you are. I can just judge that you are a doctor or scientist of some sort." He laughed and nodded his head. He is charming I thought to myself.
"I almost don't want to tell you." He let another small laugh break his sentence. "But I… I have a disorder if you will call it that, where if I get too angry, if I feel terrified or I'm grief stricken then the… other guys decides to show up. I can't control it though and he just causes chaos and destruction wherever he goes. So I hid away and S.H.E.I.L.D. ended up finding me, or well... really never lost me according to Natasha." He sighed before he continued.
"They sent her for me… it was a very interesting way of getting me to come here. The only reason I did was because I was told that they want me for my Gamma Radiation specialty, not for becoming the hulk." I got up and walked over to him, he almost looked alarmed at my movement. I rested my hand on his shoulder; I could feel him flinch at my touch; I couldn't help but frown.
"Bruce, I'm sure that they know you don't want to cause destruction. I doubt anyone really blames you for what has happened when you were… not yourself." He smiled; I could tell he didn't like calling it by the name he gave it, The Hulk.
"We all do things we do not wish to do and it will live with us forever but you cannot let it eat away at you. That is what I have learned; let those memories haunt your dreams but not your waking hours. Don't give them that satisfaction that they still dominate your fears far after they're gone; they don't deserve your energy." I could tell he wanted to protest the idea but I stopped him quickly.
"I know it's hard. Trust me, I still struggle with forgetting Rufe to this day but it's not as hard to occupy my mind with something else. You seem like a smart man Bruce," His eyes now looking down at the ground, I placed my hand under his chin and made him look at me. His eyes full of sadness and mistreatment, you could tell that he was fighting back tears. He looks like a kicked puppy… but I made him hold eye contact with me.
"You will find a way to forget, you will find something to occupy your mind and your thoughts with. I promise that I will help you, besides I'm pretty sure that's why I'm here. If you will allow me…?" I released my hand from his chin and raised it to be beside my face, tapping my head he nodded slowly.I smiled and closed my eyes. It was painful to go into his central nervous system, it seemed more guarded than most. I could hear his gasp as he felt my presence running along with the signals being sent in his body. Instinctively I grabbed his hand, giving it a tiny squeeze to reassure him that everything will be okay.
I finally tracked the prime signals that were being sent throughout his body and started to block and reroute the ones for anger. I could feel him relax; slipping out of his mind, I opened my eyes to see his staring right back at me.
"So that's what you do huh?" he smiled, "That's brilliant. I…" I could tell he was at a loss for words, so I just smiled back at him.
"You're welcome. I'm glad you finally have some peace in your mind." We stood in silence for a second; I was studying his face and his posture as he embraced the new found serenity I allowed him to have. I barely noticed we were still holding hands and I doubt he remembered at all. I waited for him to notice though; I didn't want to ruin his blissful moment and a part of me didn't want to let go. A minute later he retracted his hand and stuttered.
"I'm sorry… I uh… I doubt sitting there in silence was much fun for you and I forgot you were holding my… well." I laughed but it turned into a yawn at the end. Glancing around for a clock I noticed it was 5 a.m. Wow…we've been here for almost 2 hours now.
"I agree," he stated "it's late and I feel like I could finally sleep the night. It was a pleasure to meet you Naomi, maybe tomorrow you could…" he pointed towards his head "you know… and I won't mind telling you about your parents at all. They were lovely people… I know they would be proud of who you are today." My eyes avoided his and looked at the ground do not cry…do not cry I repeated to myself. All I could manage was to nod; I felt his touch again on my shoulder "Naomi… I'm sorry I shouldn't have…" but I cut him off by shaking my head.
"No. Don't apologize, please. You mistake my emotions for sadness Bruce. I would be happy to hear about my parents…besides most of my memories are blurry or forgotten." I forced a smile as a tear ran down my cheek. Bruce wiped it away and then placed his hand on the same cheek. Neither of us expected that because I could feel my cheeks go crimson and his did too.
"I should go to bed now… Goodnight Bruce." With that I left quickly from his lab, fully knowing he did not move from where he stood, watching me as I disappeared from the corner. I can't let anyone close to me like that ever again. Never again Naomi! You know that anyone you have ever gotten close to is now dead… yet I felt like that feeling was something Bruce and I shared.
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