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Chapter 7: Therapy Session

*Natasha's Point Of View*

I walk over to Steve's apartment and knock on the door. No answer. I knock again. No answer. I have an idea of where he could be, but I need to get changed.

*At the Avengers Tower Gym*
*Steve's point of view*

I punch and I punch until the world starts spinning. 'I cant be in love with her, she has a boyfriend, even if he is a twat, she wont want me' I repeat in my head. She wont ever love someone like me, but why did she seem so willing to kiss me earlier? Drunk? Not on a mission. Taking Drugs? You dont look that good when your on Drugs. Why else? She wont be able to deal with my nightmares, my habits, my lifestyle. I'd just feel sorry for her. Without realising it, I'm actually saying "She doesnt like me, your just going to hurt yourself" while I'm punching the bag.

*Natasha's Point of View*

What is he saying? Is that 'she doesn't like me, your just going to hurt yourself' I think? His hands are bandaged up but are slowly turning red. He is hurting himself! Get involved, Natasha! I walked up to him and gently held his elbows to try and calm him down. He notices my touch and turns around, panting and sweating. He looks down at me, scared and surprised. Out breath he says
"What are you doing down here?" He says in between breaths.
"You are hurting yourself, come and sit down here!" I say guiding him to a bench at the end of the gym. He follows and sits down, he puts his head in his hands as I go to the changing room to get the first aid kit to rebandage his hands. I circle back round to him and sit on my knees in front of him. He looks like a lost puppy, but he looks more angry, stressed, frustrated.

I take off the red bandages to reveal what he has done to himself. His hands are pure red, covered in a few black and purple bruises around his knuckles. He flinched in pain as I put some TSP on his cuts, I looked up at him, my eyes filled with worry. He looked back down at me with his eyes starting to fill with tears.
"Its okay, I just need to bandage your hands up." I say trying my best not to hurt him. I wrap his hands in white bandages and make sure its secure before standing up and sitting next to him.

"Are you okay?" I say after I sit down.
"Not overly." he replies, his head still down in his hands.
"Want to talk about it?" I ask, I place my hand on his knee. He turns to me, his eyes and face redder than my hair.
"I can't deal with it. This life. I'm used to the plane being a pure privilege to travel in and now we have this thing called the internet in which everything is released. I cant tell anyone how I feel about this life. I can't tell anyone my REAL feelings."
"You dont have to go through it alone." I say, interlocking our hands "I'm here if you need to talk"

Tony opens the door as these words leave my mouth and immediately we let go of eachothers hands. I stand up and walk over to him.
"What you doing down here?" I ask, annoyed that he interrupted us.
"Looking for him" he walks straight passed me and heads to Steve whose face has returned to it's natural shade and his eyes are back to the magnificent ocean blue.

They start talking and I overhear something about a mission, so I got Steve's attention and left him staring at the door, I winked at him as I shut the door and left.

*Clint's Apartment door*

I knock as hard as I can until the door opens and reveals Clint, standing at the door way.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's up with you?" He says looking worried.
"I need to get something off my chest." I walk passed him and sit on his couch and put my head in my hands. He shuts the door and runs in after me and sits on the coffee table in front of me. He places a reassuring hand on my shoulder and I look up. Tears streaming down my face and my eyes are most likely bloodshot.
"Nat, what's wrong?" He stares at my eyes, worry plastered on his face.
"I'm confused." I say, my voice cracking from the tears.
"About What?"
"About him." I say leaving him more confused than I am.
"There is a 'him'? I know it's not Bruce because you've been cursing his guts for the passed 3 months so who is he?" He knows that I like someone.
"I think I'm in love but I can't tell." Tears fall quicker and roll down my face, Clint wipes them off with his thumb.
"Do you get lost in his eyes?" He asks.
"Yes!" I say, reliving his ocean eyes in my mind.
"Do you get butterflies when he talks?" I nod, knowing he could knock me out with a single word.
"How do you feel when your with him?" He questions
"Free, safe, protected. Just generally happy" I say, I feel a smile spread across my red face. I feel like a giddy school girl.
"Then Yes, Nat. You are in love." He replies, I can see in his eyes the excitement that hides within him.
"Now. Who is he?" He says, pleading but trying not to seem too eager.
"I went on a mission with him earlier, the new guy-" he interrupts me.
"Steve Rogers?" He asks, looking as if he is going to explode. I nod, and he squeals.
"So you approve?" I say, sarcastically.
"If I was gay, I would be so attracted to him. He is my man crush, but you tell him and I may have to kill you." He almost screams at me. After he calms down. He looks me properly in the eye, straight faced.
"Nat, you deserve a win. Go for it. I guarantee he feels the same, I mean, who wouldn't?" We both laugh and he gives me a hug. I remember a major problem that slipped my mind.
"What about Bruce?" I ask when we part from our hug.
"Just leave him. He doesnt deserve you, Nat." Clint says, I know he wont change his mind, no matter how many flaws I come up with, a major one being that if I leave him, the Hulk will kill everyone I love.
"Thanks for the Therapy Session." I giggle as I walk out of his apartment.
"No problem, patient" I hear him laugh from the door as I walk down the corridor.

I walk down the corridor and Realise that Bruce is probably waiting up for me. But thankfully, when I walked in, he was asleep on the bed. I curled up on the coach and got some sleep.

End of Therapy Session