Well..

Considering the weekend’s earlier exploits being more of a humorous encounter than a learning experience, it warranted me a bit more work out time between delves in the laboratory with Stark out sick and/or unconscious.  Stark’s Phallus Tower has quite the fitness room.  With Agent Barton and Captain Rogers being the only two who really use the facility, it has offered me some sanctuary in an otherwise typically hectic household.  Cardio is a definite no-go for me, far too dangerous to get my heart rate up, but with lifting weights I can control the cardiac reaction.  Maybe I’ll go see the Avengers training room to test out some further limits of mine without sparking the reaction.

I desperately need to speak with Captain Rogers, I may or may not be onto a breakthrough with my new inspection of some of the data I’ve procured from Stark’s database.  However, I’ll need to delve further in order to see things to fruition.

The real reason I’m posting is that the assigned SHIELD therapist, who I am back in regular contact with is essentially forcing me to vent more of my feelings here on the vacuum that is the internet.  So… here goes.

I don’t feel like Tony’s alleged sacrifice is worth housing a poorly contained monster.  I mean, there are no bars in Stark Tower, but you can feel them crushing in on you.  If I slip up, it’s more than just my ass in the wringer.  I’m beginning to have regrets about being coerced to leave Canada.