The Widows Daughter

Part sixty-four

(Chloe's POV)

I let out a yelp seeing a random woman standing in my room the next morning.

And not a cute scream. I mean a full blown, Halloween haunted house scream. Not that I've ever been to one before, but still.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She exclaimed holding up her hands. "I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Alexis. I'm a therapist. Your mother asked me to speak with you."

I stared at her before climbing out of bed to find and yell at my mother

"Where are you going?" 'Alexis' asked.

"To yell at my mother." I confessed. "I mean I was pretty sure that something like this was coming, but seriously?"

"Natasha Romanoff you better show yourself!!" I yelled for her.

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(Natasha's POV)

"You really think she's gonna talk to a therapist?" Rhodey asked.

"No. Probably not. But-"

"Natasha Romanoff you better show yourself!!" I heard Chloe yell essentially cutting me off.

"Well." Rhodey laughed. "Guess that's your cue."

I glared at him but went to go find my daughter. Once I found her I could tell she wasn't happy.

"I have gone through a lot of thing! Dealt with a lot of things! But this is just ridiculous!" She yelled.

"Good morning to you too." I said.

"Really? Really? You're gonna make me talk to a therapist? For real?"

"You don't have to talk to Alex. I would like you too. But you don't have too." I answered.

Chloe growled at me but stopped talking. "Fine. Whatever. Shall we?" She asked Alex.

Alex looked at my and I nodded. Cautiously she led Chloe away. Clearly she was going to have to think of a way to deal with her. I smiled to myself and left to go train.

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(Chloe's POV)

So there I was. Draped over a chair while my therapist looked at me.

What was she looking for? I have no idea.

After what felt like forever, she finally spoke. "I know that you don't like the idea of talking to me, but I want you to know, that whatever you do decide to tell me, you have complete control about what I tell your mother."

"You're gonna tell her about what I say?" I asked defensively.

"No. Well, yes. But only what you want me to tell her." She elaborated. "I'm not obligated to tell her anything unless I think I need too."

I sat quietly not saying anything for a minute. "Do you like being a therapist?" I asked finally. She looked surprised but smiled non the less.