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Unorthodox Anger Management	By : Narrie Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 4538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or The Avengers, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author Notes:
This will be loosly, and I stress loosly, based off of The Avengers movie. Also if you read a word in italics while in dialogue it represents that character adding stress or emphases to that word, if there are italics out of dialogue then it's my OC's inner thoughts. I will be updating these stories as I notice mistakes or grammar errors but I will not be changing the story. :)
Enjoy!

Chapter One
I had been on the run for a year before they got me, it was quite impressive how they did it really. I don't think there had ever come a time where I had 50 men surrounding me, having their weapons all aimed at my chest or head; not to mention the air support they had. I wasn't going to wait to see who else they wanted to invite to get me in for questioning finally. Putting down my glaive I raised my hands, not wanting to pose any threat, I knew a lost cause when I saw one.
A jet had landed in front of me, blowing dust past my face, but I did not flinch; I could thank my training for that. A bald man with an eye patch walked out of the back of the jet, his stern face and firmly set frown told me that he was either upset to see me or upset that it took so long; I just knew he was pissed so I had decided to be cheeky about it.
"It's about time that you found me. I didn't think the Great White North would throw you off your game so much Director Fury." I smiled and he returned that smile with one just as vicious. I held his gaze; I felt his brain sending messages throughout his body, I could follow the routes of each signal being sent through his nervous system. I couldn't help but let my quaint smile turn into a grin and then a laugh.
"I must applaud you Director, for a second I thought you were mad at me. You almost played me for a fool and that's hard to do." I smirked, "Mind you, I am talking to the spy. How about you do me the kind favour of putting me on that jet,"I nudged my chin toward the craft that he arrived on but Fury's eyes didn't divert from mine."and you tell me why you are so happy to see someone who's killed hundreds of your men. Sound like a plan?" We stood in silence again; it was obvious Fury was trying to decide what to do with me.
Before I could have said another word, he nodded to four men. They walked quickly towards me, one taking my hands from above my head and placing them behind my back, one more placing the handcuffs tightly around me wrists; my face went stern and my body rigid. I'm was never a fan of pain or discomfort and I especially hated it when I felt both at the same time. I was roughly shoved into a seat on the jet, but as they buckled me in, they left my hands still tied around my back.
Before we took off, I looked frantically around for my glaive and locked in on the last person walking onto the Aircraft. They were holding my glaive in their hands, twirling it in fascination. Nick Fury sat across from me, running his thumb over the sharp side of the blade.
"This is some weapon you got here. You honestly think I'm going to believe that Rufe got this made for you? There is a lot said about you Miss Naomi Wit, but very few know where you are from and who your parents were." My head snapped up, my eyes piercing Fury's; but I didn't drop my gaze.
"You know nothing about my family and where that is from." I said through gritted teeth. Seeing the smile on his face made me gather my composure; I sat up straight, despite the pain in my arms and wrists.
"A soft spot… I get it. We all have them Miss Wit, we just need to learn how to deal with it. You can't do anything about your parents but I would be willing to tell you about them, I know the man who worked with your father and mother." My expression did not change, I refused to show him my weakness again, he already knew what triggered me to snap out of my usual composure; but what is a child to do when she hears that the stories of her dead parents live on in another's memory?
"I…"I tried to speak but nothing came out but a small quiet whisper. I dropped my gaze, I was lost for words. These are the people who have been looking for me and hunting me for a year, I killed every man they sent after me... there had to be over 200… am I meant to pay for that now? I sighed because I knew my mind was made up, I tried to fight my gut feeling with logic and training but my brain would not hear it. My lips moved and sounds came out but I was unsure of what I would hear.
"I want to know what you plan to do to me. If I'm here to pay for the men I killed, I understand and I fully accept whatever punishment you deem worthy but I only ask you that I talk to this man before you erase my existence." Fury looked surprised at my request or at my bold statement, but I felt the questions running through his mind; I obviously alarmed him because his signals ran so loud… it felt like I could almost touch them.
"I think you have the wrong idea of what we have planned for you Miss Wit, and will you get out of my head woman!" I jumped at his sudden rage; I was in no way expecting that."I can feel you digging around in there! I like my brain as it is thank you very much." I mumbled a sorry but I don't think he heard it. He let out a heavy sigh and continued to talk but in a softer tone… well as soft as Nick Fury gets.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. needs you… well more like I need you. Your ability to manipulate and read people's brain signals and nerves is of great need to us. I know you've been training and pushing your abilities since you were young, but what I'm asking of you is extremely important. If you manage to do your job right for the time that I need you, then you will be a free woman again, able to roam the wilderness of Canada once more. Sound fair?" It almost seemed too easy, but I felt like I had no choice but to nod and agree. Luckily for me my agreement meant that they would remove my handcuffs.

We ended up landing on some sort of flying spacecraft. It was truly breathtaking, or atleast it would have been if someone didn't put their sweaty hands all over my face, holding an oxygen mask firmly in one place. I was rushed inside, so I barely had a moment to try to see where we could be.
My sense of time and direction were way off kilter, I was tired by the time we arrived and wanted nothing more than to sleep, yet it looked to be about mid-day where we were. Before we could take a few steps into the facility we were met by a woman with red hair and she wore a skin tight suit that left no room for the imagination. I looked at this woman and then down at myself; I suddenly felt insignificant and borderline embarrassed.
"Naomi, this is Natasha Romanoff. She will show you to your room, I can only assume you haven't adjusted to the Time Zone changes yet." Before I could even protest he cut me off, "I'm not saying that you can't handle it Miss Wit. I'm just simply saying you should get some rest. Don't take it as an insult." He let a sigh break his sentence. "I will see you in the morning." With that Natasha and Nick exchanged nods and he left me alone with her.
"Please Miss Wit, follow me. I will get you situated into your room, you will be happy to know that it's in one of the busiest part of the ship so you will be comfortable being so close to so much brain activity." She was so point blank about everything it seemed but I didn't mind, it was somewhat refreshing. She was right though, I love sensing brain activity and all that goes with it; it helped me stay calm… as long as those nerves reflected calm and serene emotions.
We walked the rest of the way in silence, although I don't think either of us minded. Finally reaching my room, Natasha opened it up to reveal a decent sized bedroom with plain decorations. There was no flare or specialty items in the room which was expected and appreciated on my part; I only missed my glaive. I turned around to thank Natasha but she was already gone. Closing the door I let out a sigh of exhaustion. Not even changing out of my armor I collapsed on my bed, falling asleep before my head hit the pillow.

I bolted up in a panic; I could feel the rage that filled the halls. I jumped out of bed, deciding to try to find the source of this energy. I couldn't find anyone who would be able to harness such emotions until I found myself in the Science wing; I couldn't help but let out a shudder.
These places always creeped me out, they remind me so much of interrogation or torture rooms… but then again, science labs are the way to torture and interrogate people like me. I finally found the room that was generating this anger but I couldn't see anyone in there; slowly I opened the door and walked in.
I called out "Hello?" and I heard a huge THUD and a deep groan. Turning to my right, I laid eyes on a man who seemed to be in his late 30's or early 40's but with just one look he seemed like a calm and collected guy, but I felt the rage almost vibrating off of him.
He was rubbing his head as he stared back at me with questioning eyes, but neither of us said anything. At a standstill we both studied each other, I couldn't stand the silence anymore but I had no words to say… luckily the man broke the silence.
"Um… May I help you?" straining the question I could tell he wasn't the best with social interactions; even more reason for me to not understand the anger and distress I felt within him. I cleared my throat.
"Sorry, I just…um…" I could easily assume that most people, if not all, knew who I was and what I was capable of but even so, I don't want to piss this man off by saying something. Instead I decided to try a more personable approach.
"I'm Naomi Wit, just arrived here late last night; I'm having issues sleeping so I was taking a walk through the aircraft and thought I heard something in this room so I came in. Sorry if I'm interrupting anything, "I paused for a second before adding "I can leave if you like. I don't want to intrude." He walked out from behind the table but not far, he was about 3 inches taller than me, but I was used to people being taller than me. He stretched out his arm and introduced himself.
"My name is Bruce Banner; it's a pleasure to meet you Naomi… I… uh… I used to work with your parents a long time ago."
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