The Midnight Sky

An Offer

•Genevieve Creme•
•New York Mental Treatment Center•
•Thursday, August 27, 2017•

"It was as if I was talking to deaf ears in a way. You beg and plead and pray to the man in the clouds to give you some direction...some guidance even though you've never stepped foot inside of a church. So why would he listen? Maybe because your sanity is on the line and you have so many things to tell people. So many hugs to give, so many kisses. Then you down a bottle of pills. And you start to see your life flash in front of your eyes and then you die." I muttered.

The group stared at me, surprised that I was even talking in the first place. I've been in the insane asylum for about five months now. Placed here under my captain's orders. And I've realized the way to get out is to talk. Talk about feelings and nightmares and what made you snap in the first place. And this...this was what I had to say.

"But you're here now. In the flesh." One of my roommates, Nelly, frowned deep. "Why is that?"

"Miracle." I shrugged.

I'm pretty sure that no one knows who I really am or what I could really do. I didn't want anyone to. Why would they need to know anything about me except what I decide to tell them?

Nelly was about to pry more but there was a knock on the door. The director of the place stepped in. She was in her usual suit with a clipboard.

"Excuse me. May I borrow Genevieve for just a moment?" She asked in a quiet voice.

Dr. Myers, who was hosting the meeting, looked at me for approval. I didn't hesitate to get up and walk out. Nelly was eyeing me too much. I stepped into the hallway with the director. We began walking.

"Someone is here for you." She told me, leading me to the visitation room.

In the five months I've been here, I never got one visit. No phone calls, no letters. Why and who would just randomly show up here? I stepped into the room and looked around. Nick Fury was sitting in the back, flipping a pen in his hands. I was perplexed. How dare he?

"I'll leave you two alone." She smiled warmly and shut the door.

I stood in front of his table, not wanting to sit. He had a file in front of him.

"Gen, how are you?" He asked.

"What do you want?" I asked, already annoyed.

"Regardless of your feelings, I am still your boss."

"No. You're a liar." I clarified. "Said I was only in here for observation. It's only been about five months."

"You needed time to relax your mind...you killed two people." He whispered intensely.

"Because I-"

"Captain America, Iron Man, Black Widow and a few others need you. Need your abilities."

I sighed. "Do I have a fucking choice?"

"Look over this file tonight and I'll come bring you to the compound first thing in the morning. You'll come with a clear head." Nick bargained. "Or you can stay here until the hospital feels you're stable enough to leave."

I pushed my hair back. I eyed the file once more and decided to take the deal. Anything is better than this. I stuck the file under my arm and walked out of the room. Nick Fury sure does have some nerve.