Making yourself comfortable in an interrogation room was not easy for the average human being, which is probably why Tony and Natasha had decided to conduct the interviews for a new psychologist in this manner, after all, if they weren't comfortable with Natasha Romanoff playing bad cop, then they probably wouldn't fare well with the possibility of The Hulk coming out to play every once in a while. Luckily, you're not an average human being.

You don't mind the wait; you could feel the history of the objects in the room, who had sat in this seat before you, two years before you, before Tony even owned the chair, which was surprising because a man like Tony Stark looks like he would have purchased custom made everything. All you had to do was reach out and feel what these objects were saying to you; you didn't like using your powers, especially since most of the time it was very invasive and it was so easy to get carried away once you started, but as you sat in this chair, without any other way to pass the time, you figure some harmless psychometry on a chair won't hurt anyone. After all, it was, in your opinion, one of the most interesting powers you had.

So as you reach down to firmly grasp the chair, you feel the history and its journey pass through you and into your mind as the sensations start to form into memories, placing themselves on a neat timeline for you to scroll through. You reach for one that wasn't painful, no torture techniques, not even an interrogation, it was too early in the morning to openly put yourself through such agony. But once you chose the memory, oh how you wished you hadn't.

Turns out that in the infamous Tony Starks early years he most definitely lived up to the playboy name, and his name had been screamed all over this chair, you closed the memory as quickly as you had opened it and hoped that the intense embarrassment you were feeling was not noted by the two people you could feel observing you behind the window. You're only thankful that you didn't hold the memory open long enough to channel any of the emotions.

"Miss. Y/L/N?" A woman called from behind you, as you turn, you recognise it to be a formally dressed Natasha Romanoff, accompanied by Tony Stark, who was obviously taking a break from formal attire. "You're here for the psychologist opening, correct?"

"Yes, it's a pleasure, Miss. Romanoff, Mr. Stark-"
"-You're hired." Tony had only just sat back in his chair and was clearly exhausted, he was giving you a half smile which did nothing to ease your confusion. The only thing you had done since you got there was sit in a room, that was surely not enough to be hired to work full time at the compound. Not for such an air-tight facility like this one. "Of course, you will have to start by telling us who you are, exactly. And telling me your age since 'A lady never tells' is not an excuse to ignore a required field on an application."

Comfortingly, Tony's words were met with a smirk by Natasha, but your age was truly something you did not like to discuss with strangers. Goddesses can live a long time, and although you haven't scratched the surface of your lifetime, it was an impressive age to those of Earth.

"The name on my application is my preferred name, and Doctor is my preferred title," you start, not entirely sure how to put into words the next part, being almost certain that they wont believe you, "but I am also burdened with the title: Goddess of the Mind , and I have been since birth. And as I'm aware you've both befriended a God, I hope my age will now not be questioned." You smile faintly, feeling relieved to have admitted this sooner rather than later; being a psychologist, you needed these people to trust you, and that was your main priority.

It was now Natasha's turn to respond, with what seemed to be an intrigued look, "Are we allowed to ask you to prove it?"
"What do you want me to do?" You say more confidently than expecting, you don't like to invade peoples privacy but something about being asked to by Black Widow makes you want to prove yourself. "By the way, if your question is 'What am I thinking right now?' I hope you know that first off, that's boring, and secondly, that's the least exciting thing I can do."

"Well what would you prefer us to ask you?" Tony furrows his brows, spinning his glasses between his teeth, he was sceptical to say the least, which is when your over-confident self had an idea.

"Do you even remember the name of the blonde you had sex with on this chair in October '98? If you want, I can find it out for you. By the way, it seemed like a great Halloween Bash." You smile, as the two share knowing glances to each other, having a silent conversation. You knew that you could listen in, or even intercept the communication, but your statement seemed to be enough to prove your worth.

"As I said, Dr. Y/L/N, you're hired."

"Alright, listen up." Tony started, addressing a room full of superheroes, it had appeared that Tony had made some calls for this particular meeting, since Clint, Scott and the young Peter Parker were present. "We have a new member of the team, she is very important, not because she's going to be out there kicking ass like the rest of us, but because she's going to help us through our darker times. And God knows we have a lot of them." He turns to you. "No pun intended."

He and Natasha had given you a brief background story into each person you may encounter in the compound, even Pepper Potts and Happy Hogan were mentioned, so everyone you saw before you was familiar, your nerves were at bay for now.

"This is Y/N Y/L/N. Our new psychologist, we've invited everyone here for the month for her trail. Her lab is the floor above Bruce's, we expect you all to go in for a session tomorrow, and then whenever you need it after that." Natasha continues, "She will be available 24/7, so there is no excuses for any of you nocturnal folks in here." You follow her gaze, as it lands on a couple of individuals, Clint, Vision and Bucky. You give the latter a faint smile, though he doesn't seem to be looking at you, more so through you.

"Oh she's also the most powerful person here so don't try and get out of it." Tony smiles, biting down into an apple that seemed to appear from nowhere. "Questions?"

"I have one, uh- Mr. Stark?" Peter raises his hand.
"Take it away kid." Tony gestures towards you.
"If you're going to be available 24/7... When are you going to sleep?" He asks, seemingly concerned.

"I don't need to sleep, but thanks for the concern." You smile at the kid, his confusion increasing by the minute, "I prefer to work at night anyway." Your smile becomes weaker as you avoid the real reason why you haven't slept since you was fifteen years old, fear.

"I have a query. If you don't mind, Miss. Y/L/N." Vision starts, and you nod for him to continue. "Mr. Stark previously stated that you are the most powerful person in this room, therefore I wonder, what powers do you possess to make you as such?"

It was a fair question, having both Natasha and Tony dancing around your true nature. You knew you needed to be the one to tell everybody, "Well, Vision, I am actually-"

That was when the thunder started, and everyone knew what followed the spontaneous thunderstorm. What people didn't know, is that you also knew what was about to happen, and you wasn't quite sure how this interaction was going to pan out.

"Sorry I am late Stark, my brother here is terribly slow." Thor smiled, not acknowledging your presence yet.
"Well not all of us have the ability to fly everywhere, brother." Loki almost spits out, fixing his hair.

As you notice Thor is not alone, you feel as though you can breath again, but not too loud, you still didn't want them to see you, not yet.

It had been said that Loki wasn't a threat to the Avengers anymore, and was welcomed by most, except Clint, but this was understandable, mind control wasn't an easy thing to forgive, you should know.

"What was so important that Thor had to pull me away from terrorising a second rate sorcerer, Stark?" After the fall of Asgard, they had took up residence on Earth pretty easily, somewhere in Norway was mentioned, but Loki had other plans for his arrival on Earth. As last time Loki graced Earth he was embarrassed by a man who calls himself Doctor Strange, he planned his revenge meticulously.

Stark never did get to answer the question. Thor's eyes had already analysed the room, and landed on you, at first he clenches his fist and marches towards you- and it takes every impulse you have to not panic and do something stupid, but then he relaxes, and you follow suit. Impressed by your own self control, you settle under his gaze, and refuse to be intimidated.

"Brother, do you remember this woman?" Thor keeps his eyes locked on your own, not even turning to engage his brother. "Y/N, Goddess of the Mind. Once a resident of Asgard, who stayed long enough to watch herself become a wanted criminal of Asgard." You can hear several murmurs around the room, but you don't dare avert your gaze to what you believe are confused and defensive faces. It was true, you had once took up residence in Asgard, but since you was an outsider, not even from within the Nine Realms, it seemed disrespectful to stay for too long- you ended up staying for only 100 years before seeking out a new planet.

"Yes I remember, she helped me perfect some of the lessons mother had taught me, kept me company when you and your warrior friends were too overbearing and she always got the best of Heimdell." Loki smiled and joined his brothers side, "It's good to see you again, Y/N. Don't listen to him, it's only because he never got to say goodbye that he's taking the whole 'stealing a small portion of our gold' thing to heart. Besides, you can't be a wanted woman of a planet that no longer exists." Of course, you already knew of Thor's previous affection for you, back when you used to use your powers for everything, you wanted to know everything about everyone, no matter how far you stepped into someone's privacy. Back when Thor had not yet learned the lesson of humility, he would often want the disinterested ones, as he was too arrogant to believe he wasn't desired by all. Though, from what you had heard over the cosmos in recent years, it seems Thor has learned his lesson, and is in all honesty, a good leader, and an even better gentleman.

"It's good to see you too Loki," you turn your attention to the famed 'trickster God' after giving a faint smile to Thor, "But they gave me that gold fair and square." You wink at him jokingly, they did technically openly give you the gold, but they may have been influenced by a slight bit of mind control on your behalf. Loki chuckles back, having caught on immediately, but his laugh is short lived as the three of you notice the rest of the room now in dead silence, listening in to the conversation.

You try and gage the facial expression of each person in the room, refusing to give in to the idea of just using your empathic abilities and getting the whole guessing game over and done with, everyone is in varying degrees of shock, with others also playing around with the ideas of confusion, fear and even respect.

"Well I guess I should explain myself," you take a deep breath and step away from the Gods to address the sea of shocked faces, "I am Y/N, Goddess of the Mind, but more importantly, I'm Y/N, your new psychologist, and as a dedicated member of this profession, I promise you that my powers won't be used on any of you, unless you come up with the idea yourself. As a doctor, everything has to be consensual and will remain completely between me and you." You breathe, knowing that there's still so much more to say, but it seems some of the group are already content with you, with the young Parker actually looking pretty star-struck, you imagine this is the first time he's been in a room with three Gods before. Others however, needed more convincing, which was expected, so you continue, "I know none of you really know me, and sometimes it's hard to presume everyone has good intentions, especially when your job is to fight those who don't, so I'm asking you to give me the month to build your trust. After that, my fate is in your hands, as I am aware another meeting is going to be held, you get to vote me in or out." Searching for the right words to say has never been easy, but as you look around the room, everyone seems to accept this offer, some more wary than others. You scan the room again, when your eyes fixate onto one person, Bucky Barnes. You can't imagine what it's like to be told someone who has the power to control your mind is your new therapist when his deepest traumas come from mind control. You know you can't leave your little introduction there, so you continue, not tearing your eyes away from Bucky for a second, "Look, I know what my powers can do to people, and I know that some of you in this room have experienced varying degrees of manipulation, pain inducement, and at worst- mind control. Well, that's not who I am, not anymore, and it hasn't been for any of your lifetimes. I know what it's like to not have control of yourself, and what it's like to live with the consequences of doing something you didn't want to do in the first place. I know torture. I know how difficult it is to live with afterwards. Maybe after this month trial, I'll trust you all enough to explain why too. Every single one of us have demons, including me."

With nothing else you can say, and Bucky not looking in your direction once, you scan the room to catch Natasha's eye, and with her approving nod, you know you've done all you can do for the night.

"And with that, all of you get out of the common room. Yeah- It's starting to get stuffy in here and with only one of you being able to shrink down to clear some space, I'd rather you all went to your quarters before the whole room ends up smelling like super soldier sweat." Tony announced, with most people being happy to oblige to his request, including you.

Now was probably a good time to unpack. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.