Tell me everything that happened
Tell me everything you saw
They had lights inside their eyes
Did you touch them?
Did you hold them?
Did they follow you to town?
They make me feel I’m falling down
They were kids that I once knew
Now they’re all dead hearts to you.
Dead Hearts, Starts
Sam is a slut for fairy tales. Sam is always down for Disney and has watched every episode of Once Upon a Time no matter how ridiculous it has gotten. He owns three complete sets of fairy tales and the illustrated versions of the Hans Christian Andersen books. When 10th Kingdom came out he bought the DVD’s and got into an actual argument with someone in the army about the validity of owning this many princess themed items.
(“Walk away man, or I will lay down so much knowledge you are gonna need all the kings horse and all the kings men to put you together again.”
“Really? Really, Sam? A Humptydumpty reference?”)
His Ma was the one that got him into the weird fantastical stories as a child, reading to him late at night. She liked the old German and Scottish stories. Back then it wasn’t as strange to read stories with death and gore to a child.
“Disney is fine but they took out the blood and death.” She told him. “Life is full of blood and death but that doesn’t mean it can’t be wonderful and good. Fairy Tales teach you that.”
His Ma had been right about that.
“If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales.” -Albert Einstein
If Sam could get away with it he would wrap each of the Avengers in their own blanket burrito and spoon feed them their favorite ice cream until their traumas went away. Hell he would build a blanket fort if that’s what it took.
Turns out that becoming the type of person willing to save the world requires a certain amount of blood letting. He doesn’t actually try the blanket burrito, if only because Natasha would crush him if he tried it. Bruce might allow it. Steve would never in a million years go along with the blanket burrito idea unless he was tricked into and Sam was not a spy.
None of them were willing to go to proper Therapy and Sam wasn’t exactly qualified to help the bag of cats each Avenger had in their head. A whole fleet of therapist might actually be required for each member.
(What would a large group of therapists even be called? A council?)
Sam was poking around his book shelf when he finds Spinning Straw Into Gold by Joan Gould. He had read it for his Women’s Studies class ages ago. It was a good book and had some interesting points. He had done his final paper on the important of fairy tales in the female narrative. He had learned a lot from that book.
Like the healing power of stories as a point of reference.
Every life needs a narrative, even Superheroes.
“Just living is not enough," said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.”- Hans Christian Andersen