Healer

Rihanna

Set in Rihannas point if view

I sit on my bed, covers over my head, crying. My top is soaked in tears and snot from me wiping my face on it. This whole week has been a wreck. Every year I hole myself up in my room, grieving for my dad. Coulson was Furys right hand man apart from Maria if course. My mother died young so I just had him and SHIELD. No ever showed much sympathy to me when my mother died, let alone Coulsons death. The team didn't understand me and even had the nerve to look down on me. My door crashes open and I break my sitting position to a lying down 'sleeping' position. Hopefully there isn't a wet mark on the sheets.
"Rihanna, we have a mission. 5 minutes to get ready." says Steve coldly. I nod from under the covers and he leaves, closing the door behind him. I get up and go onto my bathroom. I look in the mirror at my red, puffy, tear stained face. Hideous, I tell myself. I put my hands to my chest and head and heal myself. I've been doing this my whole life.

After the mission, I go back to my room. This is getting exhausting, emotionally and physically. I place my hand on my chest and press. It's not working. I press harder and harder until I start harming myself instead of healing. I start crying. Big ugly tears roll down my face. J.A.R.V.I.S is saying something but my ears feel drowned. I can't hear a thing. My door suddenly swings open and there stands all the team members I've ever healed. Their faces are plastered with concern. I scramble to cover my face with my blanket but Steve gets there before me. He wraps in his arms, followed by everyone else. I cry into them as they whisper small condolences. Steve lifts me up and whispers to everyone but me. They all nod and he carries me out of the tower. He places me in a car and Wanda and Natasha sit next to me. Bruce and Bucky get in the front and drive. I try healing myself but Wanda snatches away my hand.
"Rihanna that is not the way to deal with grief. I know that from experience!" she says, stroking my head. Natasha nods. Oh yeah, she lost her brother. I bow my head and sniff. The car stops and Bucky opens my door, like the gentleman he is. I smile ah him and Bruce leads me to the final destination. My knees fail and I fall down when I see where I am. They've taken me to the cemetery where Coulson was buried. His grave is mossier than I remember but I haven't visited here since the funeral. I attended that begrudgingly. I hate funerals and death. I lean against the grave stone and start talking. Just normal conversation, like he's still here. I fill him in on what I've been doing and how I'm now friends with the Avengers like he wanted me to be. I voice my concerns about the future. Bucky, Bruce, Wanda and Natasha have left but I can walk back home. Home. I never thought I would use that word for the tower. A shadow falls over me and I look up to see a hooded figure.
"Can I help you sir?" I ask politely. He lifts his hood to reveal Coulson. I cover my mouth and my eyes fill with tears.
"Yes, I'm looking for Rihanna." he says. I scramble up and tackle him with a hug. He laughs and hugs me back. I have never been so happy. I don't let go of him for fear he'll disappear. But he doesn't. He's really alive.