Everything Is Under Control, the Mindset of a Classic Narcissist

Barton was tied to a chair, drenched in sweat as he struggled in pain. Natasha sat beside him, anxiously trying to soothe him.

"Clint, you'll be fine."

"Will I?" Barton panted heavily. "Are you sure?

"I can't let my guard down. I have to drive him out."

"You need to stabilize yourself. It'll take time."

"You don't understand," Barton said with difficulty. "Do you know what it feels like to have your will taken away and be manipulated at someone else's whim?

"To have your consciousness shut out and another version of yourself shoved inside?

"Do you know what it feels like to be destroyed?"

Natasha paused. "You know I understand that feeling."

"How did I recover? How did you get him out?"

"I recalibrated your consciousness. In other words, I hit you really hard in the head."

"Thanks."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Aaron knocked on the door and asked through the glass window, "May I come in?"

Natasha opened the door. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see him." Aaron looked meaningfully at Barton. "It looks like you're not in very good shape."

"It feels like there's another person inside me. He knocked me out, then took over my body." Barton gave a bitter smile. "My head still feels so swollen, like it could explode at any moment."

"That's exactly why I'm here." Aaron sat down in front of him. "So here's the question: will you accept my help, or rely on human willpower to handle it yourself?"

"You should help me!

"Loki will act soon. I don't want to leave behind any hidden dangers."

"How are you going to help him?" Natasha asked. "Your potions won't do much."

"No medicine required." Aaron calmly took an octagonal talisman stone from his Spatial Ring, marked with a pale green