'You always had the strongest will put of all the assassins, even the Wi—"
Trisha snapped out of her thoughts as someone entered the living room of the helicarrier. She glanced over, seeing Sam with a bunch of paintbrushes in his hand.
"I stole them from Steve, just for you kid." Trisha grinned up at him and grabbed them happily. She stood up and hugged him, making Sam chuckle. "You better find my body if Steve finds out." Sam said, patting her back. Trisha continued to hug him, zoning out slightly as her mind went back to something Steve had taught her.
"Dude, you're joking."
Trisha shrugged as Steve stared at her in shock. "Never in your life?" Steve asked, mouth gaping. Trisha shook her head side to side. "How the hell have you never had a hug?" Steve gasped dramatically. Trisha wrote on her notepad.
'HYDRA agent never offered them. Even the nice ones' Trisha wrote on it before passing it to Steve. "That's just wrong." Steve commented. Trisha wrote something on her notepad and passed it to him.
"What's it like? It's like a warm blanket being wrapped around you, but one with emotions. And it's just—it's like—" Steve stopped, trying to think. "I don't even know how to describe one, really. It's like—well, let me just show you." And with that Steve clamped his gigantic arms around Trisha and lifted her up.
Trisha jumped slightly in surprise, having the urge to take him down at first but she quickly suppressed it and let the feeling sink in. And she began to like it. She was warm now, and having someone wrap their arms around her and squeeze her in a way to make her feel loved made her almost want to cry of how happy she felt.
Steve let her down finally, laughing at her facial expression. Trisha rubbed her sore arm from the super soldiers grip. "My bad. Don't realise my own strength sometimes." Steve apologized. Trisha smirked and wrote something down before sliding over to him.
"You think that was WEAK?" Steve gasped as he glared at Trisha, who smirked. She blew a dramatic kiss before hugging him tighter than he had with her to prove her strength.
"Oh, it's so on, assassin."
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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-
