I felt like an imposter stepping into the tower, unlike the others, I didn't belong.

Heroes.

That's what everyone was saying, but I was anything, but something stirred inside me. Something dark, something...alone.

Damn it, Bob, I can't think like this.

I thought back to Yelena's words, the therapists.

"I matter. I'm not alone." I muttered to myself. That's when I felt it, something pricking at my skin... or someone...

I turned to Yelena. "Yelena, something is wrong... we need to go..."

Yelena furrowed her brows. I knew she sometimes took my words with a pinch of salt. "Bob-"

"She needs help..." Is all I said next, my voice soft and low.