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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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I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far, I'm going to go back and do another round of edits...it has been brought to my attention from my lovely friend that I tend to change tenses x| so I will be fixing that and I'm sorry if you had issues reading it because of that.
On that note, let me know if there is ever anything I can do to make you reading this story a bit easier! It's what I'm here to do :)
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Chapter Five
I awoke in my bed, I guess I fell asleep waiting for Bruce to get back. I sighed and silently cursed myself. Stretching my body, I felt my shoulder ache. Growing restless I got up, got changed and left my room to look for Bruce; I knew exactly where he would be. I arrived at the door to his lab, grabbing the handle I opened to door and saw Bruce looking at a computer. I smiled; he looked adorable when he was so concentrated on something.
"Hello Bruce," I called out from behind him. He spun around and looked at me. Taking off his reading glasses, he smiled.
"You're awake!" he sounded gleeful as he walked over to me, but soon hesitated and then stopped a few steps away from me. I smiled again and closed the distance between us, locking in my position by resting my arms on his shoulders. His hands ran up and down my sides as he gazed down at my feet.
"I came back and you were asleep; you seemed so peaceful. Plus, your body still needed to rest so I let you sleep; I was hoping you knew where to find me." He looked up at me now and the corner of his mouth turned up into a grin. He released me from his grip and walked backwards, eventually finding a seat to sit down on.
"Let's talk." He smiled at my confused look. "Naomi, it has been awhile since I told you I knew your parents and you haven't asked about them at all. I think it's only fair if we ask question for question and I would really love to know the story behind your shoulder." He grinned at his newfound boldness and I couldn't help but let a small laugh slip my lips.
It seems that his body was adapting to me, his brain already knew to not send certain signals around me unless it wanted me to intrude. I looked towards the ground, trying to hide my grin and rosy cheeks.
"Fair." I managed to say before I got my poise back. "Well as I can only assume Bruce, you know that my parents aren't my biological ones." He nodded.
"Yes, your mother wasn't able to bear children. I saw how much it weighed down on them; they wanted nothing more than to have a baby together. I remember…but then I heard they adopted a one year old girl."
I nodded and smiled at the thought. I could have only imagined how happy they would have been to finally have a child, how happy they would have felt at that moment. They would still be alive today if they didn't find me though… fighting back tears I continued.
"Well, I wasn't normal when I was born. My biological parents were radiation scientists, they worked on developing new ways to get rid of Cancer through radiation; atleast that's what my mother and father told me. They were said to be brilliant people, my mom always told me that's why I was so smart." A smile spread across my face when my memories of my mother and I sprang back to life.
"I used to read her Lord of the Rings every night as my bedtime story when I was 4. She loved those books just as much as I did; I always wanted to live in the world of Middle Earth as a hobbit…they seemed to grasp the idea of peaceful living so well." I let a sigh out, "But I digress." I said, taking another deep breath in before I started again.
"When I was one, my biological parents were in the lab working on something last minute; they had me with them. I believe it was because we were about to go on a road trip, maybe to go see my biological grandparents…but something went wrong and the lab exploded. The radiation levels went ridiculously high, it ranked close to Chernobyl, or so I'm told." I could feel the tears starting to blur my vision, so I quickly glanced down towards the floor and took another deep breath in.
"They died and so did everyone else in that facility, except me. I was born with a weird regeneration… trick, to put it lightly. My skin will heal itself within milliseconds of being touched or harmed. My bones will mend themselves; even rebuild what has gone missing. Same goes for my muscles, nerves, blood…you name it, and it will replace what I have lost. That's why my shoulder is here instead of a hole."
Bruce looked fascinated. He didn't blink the whole time I spoke, just gazed at me with wonder. I almost felt uncomfortable, but I think he caught onto that. He almost snapped out of a trance, I could tell he had come back to this reality but his focus was still on me.
"I'm sorry Naomi, I don't mean to stare I just…you have no idea what it means to know that I…" he took a deep breath in. I knew he was contemplating on what he would say next.
"That I care about someone who really can't get hurt by the other guy." I quickly understood that I mistook his fascinated look for a look of relief. I walked over to him and hugged him, allowing his head to rest on my chest.
"You will never hurt me Bruce, nor will the other guy. You don't have to worry." I felt him smile as I released him from my grip, grabbing the closest chair to me so I could sit back down. His coy smile returned.
"Thanks." Is all he could manage to say. I tried to change the focus off of him and continued with my story.
"S.H.E.I.L.D. ended up coming to clean up the mess my parent's lab made, that's why nobody really knew it ever took place. They ended up finding me among the corpses, crying for my parents…you have to keep in mind that by this point I was almost fluent in English…so it was pretty alarming for these soldiers to find me." I smiled at the thought of a handful of trained soldiers finding a talking child, that must have thrown them off their game.
"I was taken and given to another family…I was assured that they would take care of me and love me just as much as my biological parents did; and they were right." It was painful to talk about my mom and dad; every time I thought of them, I always got the afterthought that if I wasn't in their life, that they would still be alive. I often wished I died that day.
"The radiation is where I gained my power of being a Neuropath. I can't explain how or why… and I doubt anyone else could, I just remember the pain I was in while I changed." I sighed because of Bruce's confused look. I guessed that he thought my regeneration meant I was immune to pain too; I took a second to think of a kind way to break the news to him, but slowly discovered that there wasn't.
"I still feel the pain of what I go through." I frowned as I felt the sadness come over Bruce at that point; I wanted to cry for him. "I'm sorry; I have a high tolerance for pain if that helps?" He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.
"It's going to have to be I guess." He laughed, and I assumed it was because laughing was all he could do at that point, and then it clicked. He said he cared about me…Oh Naomi why can you be so stupid sometimes! I cursed my selective hearing silently but it must have been obvious on my face because it was evident on Bruce's.
"Are you….okay? Did I say something to upset you?" I shook my head and tried to formulate the best way to say what I needed to say to him.
"No, you didn't upset me." I smiled. "I care about you too Bruce." I spoke softly; I could feel my lips quivering. Blunt and to the point…hope that works.
"What?" he sat up astonished. Nope! Guess it didn't. I let out a tiny laugh but it came out more like forced wind.
"You said earlier that I was someone you care about and I didn't tell you that I cared about you too." Even though I shouldn't. I was looking at him now; he could see the few tears falling from my eyes. He smiled a calm smile as he wiped the tears away, leaning his face towards mine.
Tenderly he placed his lips upon mine; I felt like I could have melted. Why am I always a mess around him? Like puddy in his hands. I sighed against his mouth as he pulled away from me.
"I hate how I lose my back bone when I'm around you." I sniveled as he laughed.
"Have you ever thought that it may be because you don't feel like you have to be guarded with me?" I stopped to think about what he said and I knew he was right when I started to smile. It grew to a grin when I saw my favorite coy expression cover his face. I sat up straight, fully embracing this new found comfort I had around him.
"So tell me about my parents. You worked with both of them? Did they tell you anything about me?" He laughed and nodded.
"I worked closely with your father for many years. I didn't work with your mother directly however, but I met her many times. She always carried a baby book of you with small Polaroid's in them, it was cute." He smiled at the memory. I instantly blushed Oh god…he's seen baby photo's.
"You were a cute kid, I have to give you that." My blush turned crimson and I could tell I failed to hide the transition, because Bruce was laughing at me. "Don't worry I didn't see too many bathtub photos." I curled up as much as I could; fully hiding my face in my hands.
Please god, if you have any humanity, could you give me a dark hole I could crawl into right about now? My level of embarrassment hit an all-time high and I cringed at the feeling.
"But anyways, you father told me of how smart you were and how happy you made him feel when he held you. He exclaimed it was the physical representation of bliss." I grinned at how he phrased it. I felt my cheeks starting to lose all the blood in them, until Bruce started to laugh.
"Once your mother told me how you read through their entire encyclopedia collection by the time you were five. I've seen that collection…that's impressive." I laughed with him, letting go of all my embarrassment, I guess I was a really smart kid. I felt a pain in my mind as a memory flashed back to me; but it almost felt too real for it to be a memory.

My father was sitting down in our library room, books spread out across the ground. We were halfway through our first Encyclopedia set. We were reading words that started with 'N'; We came across the word 'Nerve' and when we read about it, it told me about the Central Nervous System and about the signals your brain sent to the rest of your body. My dad tried to explain to me that what I was reading was what I could control, but I didn't understand.
At that time of my development, I was only able to reflect what I was feeling onto others, and only by touch. I was very much oblivious to my powers and what true potential they held. When my father told me that I could make people happy or sad, move their arms and practically do anything else, I started to cry.
"Naomi, what's the matter my dear?" He asked me as I sat there sobbing like any 3 year old would.
"I don't want to hurt people daddy!" I cried out. He could do nothing else but hug me.
"Ooh my baby girl. You won't hurt anyone, I promise. You will practice with your mum okay? You can train your powers so that you can control them and stop them from harming others." I nodded against his chest, tears still streaming from my eyes. He held me close until my crying was reduced to sniffles.
"You promise?" I asked as he nodded, which made me smile. I quickly grabbed my encyclopedia and continued to read aloud with him. From that point I practiced my powers two hours a day, every day with my mother. I got strong fast; that's when I got on Rufe's radar.

By the time I was 6, I was able to manipulate anything's mind into doing my bidding. I took my power for granted, as would any child at that age with the abilities I had. I got into trouble by my parent's one day for using my power on one of my classmates.
"But he was being mean to me! He called me a freak!" I protested to my parents. They didn't understand that all the kids at school hated me.
"That still gives you no reason for what you did Naomi!" My mother yelled, looking back now I could see the fear and distress on her face; she didn't want to lose me. My father was the calm one when he spoke.
"Naomi, you have to understand. You're unique, remember? Other kids aren't like you; you have to forgive them for not understanding your situation." He put his hands on my shoulders but I shoved them off of me, I was ready to fight to justify my actions; a trait I learned young.
"No! I'm tired of forgiving them for being mean to me! Why should I be nice when others are so cruel father?" I hesitated, but not for long. "Neither of you care! My real parent's would tell me to stand up for myself!" Not being able to control my impulses; I ran away from my parents, from the house and from the false judgment. I was a lost child, not knowing what to do or where to go…that was when Rufe found me.

I gasped as the memory ended, "I ran away…" I whispered and Bruce gripped my hand. "The last word's I said to them…" I wanted to cry but I felt my body protest the idea.
"Yeah, they were devastated…they blamed themselves for a long time." There was sadness in his voice, but it had a touch of empathy in it. I just wasn't sure if he felt empathetic for me or my parents.
I shot upright, feeling the tension and disdain in the air…I knew these emotions. My eyes opened wide and panic set in. My insides screamed and my shoulder felt like it was on fire; I grabbed it in hopes to soothe it, but that only seemed to make it worse.
"What? What's the matter?" Bruce had his arms hovering close to mine, not wanting to touch me in case it hurt, but they were there to catch me if I fell. I didn't have to answer though, right as I opened my mouth to reply to his question, we saw Loki walk past the glass.
He looked at us inside the room, almost like we were guinea pigs, as he a smirk twisted his face. Chills ran down my spine and I felt Bruce's body stiffen. He seemed happy to see us, but a man that evil shouldn't be that happy. When he was finally out of our view and around the corner, I was the first person to speak.
"I don't like that man…Bruce…why did he smile?" Bruce just shook his head.
"I'm not sure why, but he almost seems happy to be here." I nodded in agreement. The power Loki possessed alone would allow him to leave his captivity with ease, not to mention the cronies he probably had waiting to spring him from this prison at his command. Deep in thought, I didn't notice that Natasha had entered Bruce's lab.
"Doctor Banner, Nick Fury has requested your presence." Bruce nodded and started to leave with her but quickly stopped.
"I require Naomi with me." Natasha turned around and looked at me, finally giving me recognition. Feeling awkward, all I could manage was a small smile, but Bruce persisted before she could refuse, "She is here to keep my emotions in check. With Loki here who knows what will happen, it is safer to have her by me at all times."
I smiled at Bruce's intelligence, such a clever way to make it so I was always by his side and nobody would think anything of it. Natasha nodded with haste, I could sense the tension in her mind, it seemed like she almost feared Bruce.

We arrived right in time to see a camera feed of Nick Fury talking to Loki, I saw the floor open beneath Loki's cage and reveal nothing but sky. The sound cut out at that moment and patched back in time to hear their conversation.
Nick fury pointed to Loki's cage "Ant." He claimed and then pointed at the control post and added "Boot." Loki laughed. Must be some inside joke because I don't get it…
"It's an impressive cage," Loki said opening his arms, taking in his surroundings," Not built I think, for me" They made that cage for Bruce? I felt my body stiffen slightly as a slow rage seeped into me. I quickly glanced at Bruce to make sure he was okay but he didn't seem shocked by the fact. He must have already known.
"Built for something a lot stronger than you." Fury said boldly. Loki smirked and was now looking at the camera.
"Oh I've heard." His silver tongue smooth, letting every word roll off his lips. "A mindless beast, makes play he's still a man. How desperate are you?" He was now looking back at Nick. "You call on such lost creatures to defend you."
"How desperate am I? You threaten my world with war, you steal a force you can't hope you can control, you talk about peace and kill because it's fun. You have made my very desperate. And you might not be so glad that you did." Nick was furious by this point. My heart was beating fast, Loki almost seemed to enjoy the anger he seemed to rise from Nick. Before we could see anything else the feed cut out.
"He really grows on you, doesn't he?" Bruce said with playfulness and sarcasm staining his lips.
"Who's this?" A man asked pointing his finger at me, interrupting Bruce's train of thought. "She's been fidgeting and it's very distracting to me."
I wasn't able to recognize him…I wasn't able to recognize any of the people sitting around the table on the main deck, besides Natasha, Bruce and Steve, who I also knew as Captain America. The man who spoke seemed to be arrogant but well groomed. He's handsome enough that his arrogance is probably seen as charming to most women. I scoffed silently.
"Firstly, don't you know it's rude to point? And secondly, I could ask the same of you." I said with bite to my statement. Bruce stifled a laugh and the unknown man looked shocked.
"You don't know who I am?" I just raised an eyebrow at him; I was in no mood for games. "I am Tony Stark." When he noticed that I had no look of recognition, he continued. "Also known as Iron Man…you know… genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist." My expression did not change as I looked him over.
"You forgot arrogant it seems." He laughed at my reply and smiled brightly at me.
"This one has bite! I like her." I quickly glanced over at Bruce; his lips were set in a solid, thin line. I reached out to him and calmed him quickly. He looked up at me and smiled, I knew he was grateful. The next person to speak made me jump, his voice was deep and powerful, almost god like.
"I am Thor, the god of thunder!" He proclaimed. I was shocked at his greeting. They really have a Norse god as part of their team? I smiled at him; there was something awfully cheerful about this man.
"My name is Naomi Wit. It's a pleasure to meet you both." He returned my smile with a grin himself.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Naomi Wit of Earth." I laughed a little and nodded in agreement. Nick Fury cleared his throat, directing all of our attention towards him.
"Now that we have that over with…we have a bigger issue on our hands. We've captured Loki but it looks like he doesn't have the Tesseract, nor will he tell us where it is. He's being held captive right now but we need to find out information." His eye locked on mine. Oh no… I started to shake my head in protest.
"Naomi, am I right to say that you have extensive experience with interrogations?" My eyes went wide as I was put on the spot. Everyone was staring at me as I struggled to form words. This is what I wanted to avoid, I ran from this past for a reason. Despite my mind protesting my agreement, all I could do was nod.
Hope you enjoyed it and I hope you enjoyed learning about Naomi's past. It's only a part of it though :) Let me know what you think so far and maybe if you think of something interesting that you hope will happen or think of something that should happen soon in the story! I would love to hear from you guys!
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