Silent Night • An Avengers Story

Lonely-Part 3

Trish sniffled as she stared out the window, gazing at the clouds underneath the Helicarrier. She was angry and scared from what had happened. She didn't want it to happen, but when Steve scared her, it just made her assassin reflexes freak out and go into kill mode.

And she never hated herself more because of it.

She sniffed roughly again, wiping her eyes as she curled her legs up to her chest and rested her head on her knees as she tried to calm down so she could face her friends again.

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Sam grumbled as he bonked his head on the doorway of the engine room. He gazed around in search for the ex-assassin but saw no one. He was about to leave when he heard a sniffle from the other side of the room.

The Falcon peaked around the corner and saw Trish slumped against the wall, staring out the window as she sniffles and rubbed her eyes.

"Hey kiddo." He said softly. The ex-assassin jumped and gripped the floor harshly as she looked at Sam with fear in her eyes. "Hey, hey! Easy! I'm not gonna hurt you." He said softly as he slowly approached her. She still had the wild look on her face as he neared, making him sigh.

"You're not worried about me hurting you, are you?"

Trish curled into her ball again, burying her face into her knees, sniffling quietly. Sam sighed heavily as he slowly and calmly approached. He stood next to her for a second before gently crouching down and flopping out his butt next to her.

"C'mon kiddo, talk to me." Sam paused. "Well, you know what I mean." He said as he motioned to her notepad in her pocket. Trish hesitated for a moment before pulling it out slowly with her pen and began writing on it.

Her hands shook as she wrote down her thoughts with her right hand while her other hand was clenched against her knee. Sam noticed. He slowly reached his hand out, taking his time so he could ensure Trish saw what he was doing and wouldn't get even more spooked then her already was.

The Falcon pushed her fingers past her clenched ones and intertwined their fingers and gave the smallest squeeze of comfort he could manage and he could see the assassin visibly relax for the moment.

After about a minute, Trish handed him the note pad and he took it.

'I didn't mean to. Please don't be mad.'

"Mad? Why would we be mad? Do you know how long I've wanted to do that myself to Steve because of the stupid shit he says?"

Trish managed to crack a small smile at Sam's words and the Falcon silently celebrated. "We were just talking about how good you would be in the field with those techniques. Maybe even better than Nat!"

"Wow, Sam. I'm hurt."

Sam noticed Trish didn't jump at the new voice this time and he mentally wrote it down as both of them turned to see Nat standing above them.

Trish looked ashamed and embarrassed again and hid her face from Nat's gaze by turning away. Nat stepped down on the platform the two were on and sat down on the other side of Trish.

"Nobody's mad Trish. Cmon, why don't we go talk to Steve? He's worried about you."

Trish hesitated again for just a moment before caving in and nodding. Sam and Nat stood up and the Falcon helped up the former assassin. She looked scared but with a quick hand from Sam intertwining with hers, she felt less lonely on what she had to face soon.

And they finally went to go find the blonde haired super soldier.