Anna Point of View
After Brenda, Bruce and Tony all gathered around my drugged out body Bruce pulled out a needle. A rather big one. Now, as immature and strange as it is, I have a fear of needles. What type of spy is scared of needles?
It felt the needle pierce my body, but it was a dulled sort of pain. Like when you hit your hand while its asleep sort of thing. Then I just felt tired.
I open my eyes. I open my eyes. I lift up my hand, and curl my toes. I am back in control of my body. I start to cry, happy that I am in here alone, no one to judge me. Or laugh.
"Anna how do you feel?" Brenda asks, as I go and back into the operation room.
"It feels good to be back in my body again. And in control." I say, and they exhale.
“I’ll tell Clint the good news!” Brenda squeals and she runs out of the room.
“Are you okay?” Bruce asks.
“I, I honestly don’t know. Right now I just, relax.” I say, he nods
“As your doctor I highly recommend that.” He says. I laugh as I walk out of the room. Where there stands Peter.
He’s with Aunt May and Brenda, they’re all standing there smiling.
“Anna.” He says as he turns to me.
“I’m back.” I say, stupidly. He smiles and pulls me in for a hug, holding me much tighter than needed. Honestly though, I don’t mind.
It’s good to be back.

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