CHAPTER 9-RECRUITMENT
Vendetta smirks, pushing her glasses up again. She turns heel and walks away triumphantly. Trish grabs a mug at random and throws it at her sisters head. Vendetta raises her hand and stops the mug mid-air. She lowers the weapon and sets it on the counter.
"Nice try, Underdog."
Trish growls and grits her teeth, her face burning a new shade of red, "I'm not an Underdog!"
"Oh great, more sibling rivalry." Steve pinches the bridge of his nose. "That's exactly what we need."
A blonde boy with bright blue eyes sits next to a mopy Trish. He takes the remote and flips through channels. He nudges her with said remote.
"What's your name?" He asks.
"Trish. You?"
"Chance."
"So, what're your powers?"
"I'm part spider." Chance demonstrates by sprouting 6 more eyes on his forehead and 4 more arms on his sides. "It's pretty cool."
"Woah." Trish's eyes widen. "I wonder if I'm part something."
Chance laughs and retracts his extra spider parts, "Maybe."
She reclaims the remote and turns on cartoons. She giggles at the animated characters on screen. She starts to float up to the ceiling, Chance staring up at her in awe. Trish hits the ceiling and sighs.
"Chance, can you go get me a rope?"
"Oh... Okay." Chance leaves to go search the house for some rope.
Trish groans loudly and gets as comfortable as she could on the ceiling. She waits indefinantly for Chance to return, but he doesn't. Trish gives up on him after another 5 minutes and tries to think of her own way down.
Vendetta sits on the couch and flips through channels, her feet propped up on the coffee table. She sips on a small cup of tea as she watches Bad Girls Club. She grimaces down at her tea and shakes her hand in the direction of the kitchen. The jar of sugar floats into the room, the lid pops off and some of its contents pours into her tea.
'Show off.' Trish rolls her eyes.
She sends the sugar back to the kitchen and uses her finger to stir her tea. She hisses in pain and sucks on said finger. She goes back to her show, oblivious of her sister floating right above her. Vendetta perks up as Loki walks past.
"Hey, Loki." Vendetta jumps up and stands in his way. "Nice meeting you here."
"Hello, mortal." Loki replies indifferently.
"Please, call me Vendetta." She smiles awkwardly. "I heard you stayed with Trish for awhile, how was she?"
"Annoying, idiotic, loud... The list could go on."
Vendetta's smug grin shows slightly, "Is that so? Well, I can show you how much better I am at everything than her."
Trish tires of their conversation and covers her ears.
"Oh really?"
Trish turns around to say something, but stops herself as she sees Loki kissing Vendetta. Her eyes widen as something inside her cracks. She falls to the ground with a loud thump. Trish hops up to her feet and punches Vendetta in the face.
"You fucking whore!" Trish whirls around and grabs Loki by the shirt collar. "What the fuck do you think your doing? She's my SISTER. How could you? Eh? Am I that bad to you?"
"I got the rope!" Chance announces as he runs back into the room.
Trish screams and bolts up the stairs into a room at random. She hides in the closet and tries to work through her feelings. She was mad at Vendetta, always showing her up... But why did she care so much about the kiss? She could care less about who Loki deciedes to kiss.
She deciedes that she was just jealous of Vendetta. That's all. Vendetta goes up to a guy and gets a kiss... Trish goes up to a guy and he ends up in the hospital.
Trish curls up into a ball as a horrible feeling forms in the pit of her stomach. She stands up and punches the wall, shrieking in anger when her fist gets stuck. She screams swear words at the top of her lungs as she tries to tug her first out the hole she made.
"Wha-What are you doing in here?" Clint exclaims as he rips the door open. "When did you get in here?"
"I got mad and punched the wall, now I'm stuck!" Trish explains with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Now HELP ME."
Clint grabs her wrist and jerks her fist out the wall, accidently elbowing her in the face in the process. Trish groans and stumbles back, reaching up to feel her nose. Clint moves her hand to inspect the damage.
"My bad, sorry." Clint mutters. "I hit you pretty hard."
"Ah, it's okay." She winces. "I'm pretty used to it."
Clint nods and walks away, sitting on his bed and looking expectantly at Trish. She returns the look with a confused one as she walks towards the door.
Clint sighs, "So, what made you so mad that you had to deface my closet?"
"It... Was nothing. Just something Vendetta did." Trish waves her hand dismissively. "I don't even know what it was, so forget about it."
The moment Trish returns to the living room, she's greeted with questions, accusations and funny looks. She pouts her lip out, wishing she would've just stayed in Clint's room. She sneaks a look at Loki who had a cloudy, spacey look on his face.
"You...!" Vendetta points an accusing finger at Trish, using her other hand to hold ice up to her cheek. "Why did you punch me?"
"Because you deserved it." Trish deadpans, making her expression blank.
"Why? All I did was kiss someone!"
"Yeah, well... That's not fair." She comes up with a quick excuse. "I never get kissed and I've gone on a bunch of dates. All my dates either run away or end up in the hospital."
Vendetta has a short bark of laughter, "Why am I not surprised?"
"Oh, shut up." Trish scowls, but ends up cowering behind the couch as a pack of battaries tries to attack her.
"...what was that?" Tony laughs.
"Wasn't me." Vendetta checks on her sister.
"You all know damn well I can't control my stupid powers." Trish rolls her eyes.
Nick enters the room, hands folded behind his back. He turns off the TV to make sure everyone was paying attention.
"Trish, you said a Chitauri attacked your house." Nick states.
"Yeah."
"Then that's a problem. They seem to be after Loki."
"Yeah, cause the Avengers kicked their butts back into space." Trish laughs.
"If they're after Loki, let's just hand him over before they attack Earth again." Natalia snorts.
"They're still going to destroy Earth whether you turn me in or not." Loki shoots back.
"Well I don't see you giving ideas, and you brought them here."
As the others argue about turning Loki over or not, and all other options, Trish goes deep into thought. She smiles softly and leaves her hiding spot.
"Guys." She tries to get their attention. "Hey! Guys!" She claps her hands, still being ignored. "LISTEN UP, BITCHES!"
Loki flicks her lip, "Watch your mouth."
"Ouch." Trish huffs. "Anyways, why don't we just fight back?"
"We don't have enough troops." Nick points out.
"I know where to get more." Trish smirks. "Let me see your phone."
After a few tries, she finds a working number. She clears her throat and tries to sound professional.
"Good Afternoon, you have been picked at random for a special survey."
"Really? Okay, but make it fast."
"First question, what is your name?"
"Taylor Sashof."
"Taylor, do you know who the Avengers are?"
"Yes, they're the best!"
"Who's your favorite?"
"Captain America! He has the cutest ass!"
Trish puts the phone on mute as she starts to laugh. The Avengers give her a funny look, but she shushes them and gets back to the phone call.
"Would you consider joining our, um, organization if you were to recieve something from Captain America?"
"Depends what I get."
"Well, what do you want?"
"I want a kiss from him!"
"Deal! A kiss from the lovely Captain America and 20 bucks!" Trish cheers, holding the phone away from her ear as the girl cheers and screams. "We'll meet you at Starbucks in the next hour. The one closest to Stark's tower. Thank you and good bye."
She hangs up and rubs her ear, "That bitch can scream."
Loki leans forward and flicks her lip again, harder this time. She squeaks jumps back.
"What exactly did you just do?" Vendetta frowns.
"I recruited another member for S.H.I.E.L.D." Trish says triumphantly before turning to Steve. "Steve, you have a kiss to give. Put your suit on and let's go!"
"...What?" Steve stares with confusion.
Trish rolls her eyes and starts to explain, "The Avengers, Loki, Nick and a couple people in between of mountains of fangirls just waiting for the chance to be with you! Why not have them sign up for S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
"For once, we get a good idea from you." Bruce claps his hands together. "Kind of."
"Whatever."
50,000 KISSES, HUGS AND DIRTY THINGS LATER... PLUS A COUPLE THOUSAND DOLLARS.
"It was worth it?" Trish shrugs. "What? We got 50,000 new S.H.I.E.L.D agents."
"All of them women with the wrong impression." Nick sighs. "I can't believe we went with your idea."
"Hater."
