Martin stands outside the therapist's door and fiddles with his hat. He didn't know why Bea insisted he go to this. Okay, well he did know why. Probably something to do with that hat incident and losing control. But he was sane! He wasn't extra weird or anything. Why did he have to do this?

 

And what worried him most was that he didn't know what kind of files this guy would have on him. Technically in the government files he'd been legally dead for a few years, and he guessed Dr. Strange had pulled a few strings regarding his files so there shouldn't be anything on him except for this past almost year with the Thunderbolts...but still. It worried him a lot.

 

Taking a deep breath Martin peaks in the doorway and taps his hat against the door.

 

Maybe the doctor's note would work?