"Hey Trish."
Trisha turned, seeing Steve standing in the opening of the kitchen. She frowned. Trish? Who was that? Is that me? She wondered. "What?" He asked, opening the freezer and pulling an ice pack out, placing it on the back of his head that was slightly swollen from the hit of his shield.
She looked around, seeing a note pad and pen sitting by the counter. She grabbed them, scribbling now the question to had.
Steve grabbed it after she motioned him to take it. "'Trish?' That's you, silly. It's a nickname. You never had a nickname? It's something people call you instead of your real name. Like people call me Steve, and my real name's Steven." Steve explained, shrugging.
Trisha thought for a second, scribbling on another note pad. Steve looked at it. 'I had nicknames' it said, and Steve looked back up at her. "Like what?" He asked. Trisha scribbled on the same note and slid it over.
'Not very good ones...'
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Trisha was sitting on the couch, the clock nearing 11 PM as she munched on some cereal with milk while a movie called Fantastic Four played. She didn't like it that much, but she couldn't find the remote and didn't feel like getting up.
"Don't worry sir, they wont do any harm!" One of the characters said, grinning. Trisha froze, her skin turning deadly white as the bowl slipped out of her hands and shattered on the floor below, despite it being some nice carpet.
Make them bleed.
Swallow their screams.
Make them plea.
Drink in the adrenaline
Harm all you love
Trisha coughed roughly after water was splashed into her face, making her snap out of her phase of flashbacks roughly. "Hey, hey! Easy tiger!" Steve called as he patted her back gently until she finished coughing.
"You weren't responding for a minute so I did the next thing I thought of."
Trisha glared at him, but was secretly thankful he has done that to snap her out of her flashbacks. "I'll talk to Bruce about getting you some medicine or something to help co-op with those...episodes I guess, if you wanna call them that. But anyways, are you alright?" Steve asked, looking at Trish worriedly.
Trisha grabbed the pieces of paper she had on the coffee table in front of her, scribbling down something as she still coughed slightly from the water dunked into her lungs.
'Tiger?'
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Silent Night • An Avengers Story
Fanfiction"Got nothing to say, pretty lady?" "She can't, asshole." ~ -Despite my name, the job I was forced to do was most definitely the opposite of a silent night-
