The Fire Over My Eyes

Chp 12 - A mask of my own face

(Bold – the memory

Italics – thoughts outside of the memory

Italics and bold – Leo narrating his memories

Underline – subtitles

'Bold, italics and with the quotation marks – Leo's thoughts inside the memory).

Tony's POV

I continued to watch the screen deep in thought, Leo is only about 8 years old and he is going through all of this shit.

Sighing, I leaned back and ruffled Peter's hair, he looked just as deep in thought as Nick and Loki... I wonder what they are thinking about.

I wasn't able to conspire for long when the next memory started playing on the screen.

Dr. Davis was in his office typing up some notes when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," He called as the door opened and Leo peeked his head inside the room, "Ah yes come take a seat, Leo."

The small boy did that and quietly started playing with his fingers, he looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

The therapist saw this and smiled, "So Leo what do you like doing?"

Leo looked confused by the sudden question but answered none the less, "I, uh I like math and... drawing."

Dr. Davis smiled and nodded, "Math was always my worst subject. I think the only thing worse than that was my gym scores." Laughed the man and drew out a small smile and chuckled from the boy sitting across from him.

"I have always liked math..." Smiled Leo as he played with the sleeve of his shirt.

The screen faded and then the next memory played.

Leo shuffled nervously in the seat across from Dr. Davis, he looked a bit older just by a year.

The kind doctor smiled and put down his notebook, "Well Leo I hope you have a good time with your new foster family... Where did you say they were living again?"

"Uh somewhere in Utah, I don't know I wasn't really listening," The elfish boy laughed nervously, "You know me with the short attention span."

The doctor tilted his head at the put-down but slowly nodded, "Well I hope that I have helped you in our year of sessions."

Leo nodded and smiled gratefully, "Yea you have, thanks doc."

The room was silent. It wasn't awkward or anything, more relaxing on Leo's mind.

There has been a lot going through Leos's mind. The past year in the house he was put into was going pretty good. He was waiting until another foster family would take him in.

Deep down he didn't want to go to Utah and have a life without having to be afraid of messing it up.

Because all those other times were his fault... right?

No...

"Something on your mind?" Asked the therapist in front of the child sitting across from him.

This snapped the boy out of his thoughts and back into reality.

Was he that obvious?