"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-
Trisha stared at the empty walls of her room. She hated them. They were pure gray, dull and just plain boring. They reminded her of her room in HYDRA, only that one was 10 times worse for her.
'Zero things on this wall. Zero...' she thought she herself. 'Zero is an important thing for you...' a voice echoed in her mind but she quickly shoved it away before looking down at her paint and the paint brushes she 'borrowed' from Steve, thanks to Sam.
And suddenly, a lightbulb went off in her head as she grinned and grabbed her brushes and began working.
~
"Yo, Trish. You alive?" Sam knocked on the door. He listened but didn't hear any confirmation that he could come in. "I'm coming in, be dressed please." Sam announced before opening the door.
He saw all of her furniture moved in the center of the room in order to keep it clear of any paint. He followed the walls before his mouth dropped at the sight.
On one wall, it was painted a beautiful galaxy, making him think it must've taken hours to get it just right and blended. The second wall was painted like a snowy place with a river and surrounded by trees.
Sam looked down near the second wall and saw Trisha fast asleep on the floor. He smiled, seeing her having blotches of paint across her face and arms. He carefully picked her up and put her on her bed, pulling a blanket over her before walking out and shutting off the lights, smiling as he noticed the glow in the dark paint on the stars that lit up the room before he closed the door, leaving the ex-assassin to peacefully sleep for the first time in her life.
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