A New Member

Seven

Natasha's POV

No one knew what was going on with the kid. He had horrible mood swings. I stared at him while I ate my pancakes. Percy sighed and set down his silverware. 

"Percy I need to give you a check up. Please come with me," Bruce said. Percy nodded and stood up. 

"I, um, will do the dishes when I get back," He said quietly. The two of them walked off. 

"Is Percy bipolar? His mood swings are very violent," I asked thinking about what had happened earlier. Everyone nodded.  

"I'm going to the shooting range. Nat you coming?" Clint asked. I gave a small smile and nodded.  

Bruce's POV

"So, we have noticed your violent mood swings. Any disabilities I need to know about?" I asked while I preparing some things on the counter. 

"ADHD, dyslexia, and PTSD," He muttered, almost embarrassed.  

"Now what could you have done to get that?" I ask.

"When I was twelve, I found out my dad had come back to New York from his job that had led my mom to believe that he was lost at sea. My mother took me to this place that was supposedly a summer camp. Well, it is, but it's different. One of my dad's buddies works there and the programs teach you how to defend yourself. When I was sixteen, I led an army. Then I led another one this year, resulting the deaths of my friends and family. They died in painful ways and I couldn't do a thing to save them. It haunts me every night," He whispered. 

"Why did you lead two armies?"  

"My dad and his coworkers have a lot of enemies. Some just so happen to target me," He answered.

"Alright. I'm going to see how serious your PTSD is. I will say a list of words. After each one, give  the first word that comes to mind. Okay?" I said facing him. He nodded.

"Let's start. Home."

"Gone."

"Love."

"Dead."

"Family."

"Dead."

"Death."

"Old friend."

"Hope." 

"False."

"Dreams."

"Torture."

The last one was barely audible. I felt so bad for this kid.  

"Stop," He said through gritted teeth. I looked at him confused. 

"Stop pitying me. I don't need it okay?" I nodded. 

"Last thing. I need to check if you are healthy. To do that I need you to remove your shirt."

Hesitantly, he took his shirt off. He definitely was fit, but the thing that most concerned me was his scars. I checked his heartbeat on his chest and back. In the middle of his stomach, and directly opposite on his back is a circular scar the size of a sword blade. And his other scars littered his tan skin. 

"Like I said. My dad had lots of enemies and still does," He said. 

"Why aren't you living with your dad?" I asked. 

"My dad has his family. Besides, my step-mom and step-brother aren't that fond of me anyways. He also lives in Greece," He answered, casually putting his shirt back on. 

I nod. 

"Well you can go. How about you talk to Thor. When we were talking about how you supposed to be a threat he said you weren't someone to mess with," I told him.

He gave a small smile and left.