Time Skip
Peter arrived at the hospital. It was a private facility for individuals with superhuman abilities and the mentally unstable, those receiving treatment... with a collar to suppress their transformed or superhuman powers, called Ravencroft.
Inside Ravencroft Institut
In the heart of New York, the Ravencroft Institute stood as one of the most secretive and mysterious places in the city.
It wasn't just an ordinary hospital but an institution specifically established to treat individuals with superhuman powers who were suffering from psychological disorders.
Ravencroft was not just a place for healing; it was a prison for people whom ordinary security forces couldn't handle.
The institute was founded in the early '90s when it became evident that mutants with superhuman powers, like Carnage and Doctor Octopus, were suffering from mental disorders that could threaten public safety.
The primary goal in its creation was to secure a place where these vast powers could be studied and treated without endangering the world.
However, over time, the institute became more than just a treatment center.
It became a place for detaining and monitoring mutants who did not conform to society's standards.
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n addition to psychological treatment, suspicious experiments were conducted on the residents within the institute, overseen by scientists and doctors willing to use every available means to manipulate minds or control powers.
Peter walked slowly to the security desk and looked at the receptionis.
"Excuse me, Miss."
She looked at him and widened her eyes in shock. "Oh, Mr. Spider-Man. How can I help you?"
"I need to meet Wanda Maximoff."
The woman looked at her computer, then back at him. "I'll notify security. Please wait in the visitation room on the right."
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Inside the Visitation Room
Spider-Man sat on the metal chair, maintaining a calm posture, while Wanda faced him with an empty gaze. She seemed as though she was in another world, even though she was sitting right in front of him.
The metal cuffs on her wrists and the collar around her neck made it clear: even here, within the white walls, she wasn't truly free.
She slowly lifted her head and stared at him before a sarcastic smile formed on her lips. "Really? Spider-Man? Who would've thought you'd be my first visitor?"
He didn't reply immediately, just watched her in silence, studying her tired features and the eyes that hid an exhaustion deeper than it appeared.
"I didn't come for pity or lectures," he finally said in a calm tone. "I just wanted to hear from you."
She chuckled softly, mocking him. "Hear what? How I was crazy enough to destroy the world? How I deserve to stay here forever?"
"I want to understand you, not judge you."
She stared at him coldly, then shook her head, laughing bitterly. "Oh, that's rich. Spider-Man wants to be a psychiatrist now? Do you think I'm a charity case?"
"I don't see you as a case," he replied simply. "I see a person who's endured more than anyone should have to."
Her eyelid twitched for a moment, as if his words hit a sensitive spot. But she quickly returned to her usual sarcasm.
"Don't think you understand me, or that you're different from the rest. You don't understand anything. You've lost them."
"I know I don't understand everything," he admitted. "But I know what it feels like for everyone to be against you. To be treated like a villain, even though you're not."
She raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to compare my problems with your little scandals? Please don't."
"I'm not here to make comparisons," he said quietly. "I'm here because I know the world isn't black and white like others think. And I think you know that too."
There was a moment of silence during which Wanda looked at him as if evaluating him, thinking about his words more seriously than she wanted to. But that moment quickly faded, replaced by a look of utter disdain.
"Don't come here trying to play the savior," she said sharply, her mocking tone turning to anger. "I don't need your pity. I don't need someone in a mask thinking they know everything!"
Peter stood from his seat but didn't move toward her. He knew saying anything else now wouldn't help.
"I'm not asking you to trust me," he finally said, before turning away. "But I won't stop trying."
"Get out of here!" she yelled angrily, her voice full of disgust. "I don't want to see your face again!"
He didn't look back, just walked out silently, but inside, he was unsettled.
He genuinely wanted to help her. To him, Wanda was just a woman broken by this reality, perhaps living in internal delusions.
She shouldn't be judged. On the contrary, she needed help, guidance to regain her senses and face reality.
And the most important thing: finding someone to support her. And if the world rejected that, it wouldn't matter.
If he truly wanted to help her, he needed a deeper understanding. He needed to be someone who could reach those like her...
And perhaps, this was the moment when Peter Parker decided to become a psychiatrist.
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END OF CHAPTER
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