The Therapist

Mission

Trigger warning: mentions of Blood will be in this chapter. You have been warned. Enjoy lovelies.

In the Main cabin.

They're now discussing the plan of attack for the mission, whilst I sit here, All alone, No one to distract me from my invasive thoughts of endless possible outcomes to this mission.

I'm still nervous sense this is my first ever mission. I mean what if I screw up

what If I'm not good enough.

What if this hydra base isn't abandoned, and they expose my secret to the Avengers!

What i- Enough with the what If's! My god, you kn-

Wait. Something is off.

Getting up out of my seat, I head towards the back of the cabin to investigate.

Walking around I see nothing out of the ordinary.

Ready to just head back to the main cabin I see something that changes everything.

My sticky note... it's gone.

FLASH BACK

Walking into the quinjet. I place an Orange sticky note on the wall.
With the letters EIW on the back.
I have a tendency to place these sticky notes in places I feel as of unsafe.
It's the only way to calm down my paranoia. And it's quite fun
The Colors of the Sticky notes are a kind of code. Like a mood ring
Orange: Nervous, Blue: Sad, Pink: Happy, and Purple: Angry.
Just because I am a therapist doesn't mean that my mental state is ok. So, this is how I express my emotions without feeling vulnerable.

FLASHBACK OVER

Now my sticky note is gone.... meaning someone is on board.

My new revaluation is cut short by a hand Being placed on my shoulder, and said hand pulling me into its hold.

I go to scream for help, but I am cut off again by a hand over my mouth.

I come to a hault in movement.

"Well look who we have here. It's the pilot." The hydra agent, says in a taunting like manner.

"I saw your little sticky note, EIW. What does that stand for exactly?" He says still mocking me because of my current predicament.

Still I make no effort to move out of his grasp. Thus confusing him.

But just because I wasn't moving in the outside doesn't mean I wasn't moving in general.

The gears in my head were Turning. You know being a certified therapist/psychologist, means I can read people very well.

Judging by his stance he's left handed, and he must have just gotten out of a fight because his breathing patterns were uneven, meaning his energy was low.

And observing his posture his non dominant foot is his right so if I just.

Working out my thoughts I bite the hand over my mouth, and step on the mans foot, causing him to let go of me.

"You CYKA!" He yells falling over.

You see, by stepping on his foot, and biting on his hand at the same time, overstimulating his nerves, and timing. Thus the reason he fell over.

Stepping on his Jugular vein I press down causing him to freeze.

"CYKA! What did you do to me?!?!" He screams out of pure rage, from having been defeated by a short woman.