Crossing Realities- Peter Parker

Chapter Six

ANNABELLE'S POV:

"Alright Annabelle what brings you here today?" He sat across from me on a spinning chair with a brown wooden clipboard and black pen in his hands. His rectangle glasses sliding down his nose every time he looked down to his paper.

"A billionaire who says I need power therapy. Did he not fill you in Dr. Banner?" 

"No he did I just don't really know how to start this thing off."

"Aren't you like a psychiatrist?"

"Yeah not for superheroes though." I'm no superhero but I knew what he meant. Bruce put down the clipboard on the table, "Well how about this, when do you use you powers?"

"If the remote is too far away and I create like a breeze to pull it closer." he wrote that down on his paper on the clipboard. I started to feel a little self conscious about everything I was saying, "So I know I'm not a real patient or anything and this is a fake therapy office in a multi billion dollar tower, but we have doctor patient confidentiality right?"

"Yes of course," he answered too quickly making me think that was a complete lie, "have you powers ever gone off involuntarily."

I look back at his clipboard and pen reaching over to see what he has written. I didn't even notice the papers flying off of a shelf a few feet behind me.

"Don't worry I'm not writing anything down yet."

"Why do you have to write stuff down aren't you a genius or something?" I get more suspicious by the minute, maybe this is all set up by Stark to use me as a weapon. Maybe he gave me these powers. How do I know that I can trust Bruce other than the fact a very cute Spider-man told me I could?

The pen flies out of his hand in the same direction of the clipboard, "I will take that as a yes. Are you okay you don't look so good?"

I try to calm down and play with my fingers, "Sorry about that."

"No it's fine. It's progress if anything."

"Progress for what?" I knew it. It's all a set up. The room suddenly feels like we are in the eye of a storm with the wind blowing around.

"Now we know that when you feel like you don't trust someone, or if you feel unsafe, you're cell mutation acts up causing..." he motions his hands around the room to the flying papers behind me. I rest my head on my hands as I stop all the papers flying about. "Hey no don't worry about it it's okay. Let's talk about something else."

"I'm not exactly the best conversationalist at the moment."

"How was it meeting Peter?"

"It was alright, might've scared him off though. I was kind of a mess when he first saw me."

"When he first saw you what was going on?"

"Mr. Stark told me I was from another universe, parallel to this one."

"Yeah that sounds pretty upsetting." he moved for his clipboard but I moved it farther away, "Let's start with this, what is making you the most upset. Right now. "

"I don't know, it's all tied up in first." he actually looked more nervous than I did.

"List the problems" he grabbed a stack of blank paper  from the shelf and the floor and put it on the table in front of me. "What ever is making you the most upset is most likely going to bow the papers up the highest."

I close my eyes to be completely objective, "Okay um, being from a completely different universe, people could be worried about me. How there are multiple universes is pretty crazy. Being locked up in a tower, basically hostage without the ability to make a decision on my own."