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Lola and Trinity are original characters, ergo they are mine ALL MINE I TELL YOU! Muhahahahaha...
Moving: Trinity:
S.H.I.E.L.D had somehow managed to procure a moving van so I could finally get all my clothes and stuff from my apartment. Ever since we were told we were moving in to Stark Tower I had been anxious to get my things. Steve had volunteered to come with me and help with the heavy lifting. Which was completely pointless seeing as I had object-moving powers, but it was a sweet gesture so I went with it anyway.
I got to my apartment and was forced to open the lock with my mind, seeing as I was rather rudely interrupted whilst searching for my keys last time I was here. The door swung open and I had a second of pride before my smirk dropped into a look of horror.
Steve and I stood in the doorway and looked at the remains of my apartment. It looked like the Tasmanian devil was let loose in there. All of my papers and documents were strewn across the floor and the sofa had been torn apart and cushions had been thrown carelessly across the room. I turned and saw that the small kitchen in the corner had faired no better. I walked to my room, which had also been ransacked. If they were looking for something they had obviously found it. I ran to my living room again and began searching frantically for my laptop that I knew for a fact had been on my coffee table. It was gone. It had all my research and papers on it and they had it, whoever they were.
"Well I suppose it was to be expected," I said dejectedly staring at the floor.
"What did they take?" I jumped slightly; having almost forgotten Steve was there.
"Just my laptop with all of my research and important data on it."
"Oh." I fought the urge to laugh at his puzzled expression as he no doubt tried to picture what a laptop could possibly be. "Well I guess that's another reason to find this base. So what are we taking to Stark towers?"
"Well, I wasn't going to take any furniture anyway but this makes it impossible anyway…" I trailed off looking around at the wreckage. "So, I was thinking, just my files on patients and cases as well as all of my clothes. So we can start by gathering all of the papers together and I will sort them out when we get to Stark's."
He nodded in agreement and we started collecting all of the papers littered around the room. I saw him looking at them curiously.
"So, what is it you do exactly?" He asked, looking puzzled.
"I am a neuroscientist, so I work with brains. Well, impulses really, but I have been trained for surgeries as well." I explained and he nodded. After another couple minutes of silence, as we collected the sheets, I looked up at him and had to ask. "What do you think you miss most about your life before all of this? I don't just mean before the ice, I mean before you even became a super soldier."
He looked up at me from where he was kneeling and tilted his head slightly, pondering the question. "Well, before I was this," He gestures at himself, "I got beaten up a lot, so I definitely don't miss that." We chuckled a bit at that, and he continued, "I guess I miss the simple stuff, like going out to ball games or going out to an expo with Bucky. There wasn't a lot of time for that after I got changed, and I can't get drunk anymore, no matter how hard I try, something to so with my metabolism, I don't really understand."
"Huh, I guess not." I said as I smiled at him and he returned one, albeit a saddened version.
"I-I like your voice." He blurted out and his face blushed scarlet with embarrassment. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, my voice? He hastily added an explanation, "Your voice, just the way you say things, it sounds like Peggy's, I liked her voice too. It is calming."
"Ah, I get it, she was British. Who was Peggy?" I asked as I continued to pick up sheets on the floor, moving to place them in a neat pile on the coffee table.
"She is – was, well. She was an awful lot like you. She was tough and smart. She worked in the military, sort of…" He trailed off, his eyes glowing slightly as he reminisced about Peggy.
"So, you and her, were you…" I struggled finding the word. "Together?"
"We could have been. But then I crashed before we could go on a date, she kissed me right beforehand and that was all."
"That is a shame," I said, unsure of how to comfort him.
"Yeah, it is. But I like your voice." He answered, smiling shyly at me.
We continued gathering papers in a comfortable silence, I broke off halfway through to go and pack my clothes as Steve put all of the remaining papers and documents in boxes we had in the van. I then started wrapping up some pictures. Carefully wrapping them in bubble wrap. Steve started helping once he had carried the boxes to the van. He looked at all of the photos and settled his gaze on one. The one.
"Who is that?" He asked curiously, pointing at the picture. I looked over at it, though I knew I didn't need to look to know what I would see. It was a picture of a much younger me, just turned 16, with her arms wrapped around a boy with crazy brown hair and bright green eyes. We are both laughing and looking directly into the camera's lens.
"That's Dylan." I said, gazing at the picture. He must have seen something in my eyes.
"Were you, together?" He asked repeating my question to him.
I smiled, "Always. Practically since birth." I saw the silent question in his eyes and continued. "We grew up together, he lived next door, best friends forever we used to tell each other. Then we started going out in high school, it was odd at first but it was right, you know? Then, he got sick." I felt tears build up behind my eyes, but pushed on, I needed to get this out, "The doctors diagnosed him with a rare form of brain cancer. He was given 3 months without chemo and 5 with it. They told him that it comes on quickly and there is no known cure. He didn't do chemo because they told him the effects and he knew the quality of life without it would be far better. That photo was taken a few weeks before he was diagnosed. He died when he was only 17 and his last day was spent in a hospital. I lost the love of my life and my best friend on the same day."
The tears were running steadily down my face now and then I felt Steve wrap his arms around me, hesitant at first and then tighter when he realized I wasn't pulling away. I hadn't told anyone that story, I hadn't needed to; my family and everyone in my school had known it. It had always been festering inside of me and it felt good to tell someone who didn't know him, I still missed him so much.
"I guess I can relate to losing your best friend and someone you care about all in one day." He said as he patted my back soothingly.
"Yeah," I said, drawing back, "I guess you can. He is the reason I became a neurosurgeon, the fact that there was no known cure was what got me. I knew that I wanted to become a neuroscientist so that no one else would have to go through losing a friend or family member because of that ever again."
He nodded in understanding and took the frame from my hands and began wrapping it carefully. I turned and went to my bathroom to freshen up, my eyes were only slightly swollen so I splashed water on my face and took some deep breaths.
"I'm sorry for dumping all of that on you." I apologized as I walked into the room again.
"Never apologize for that." He said sternly, and added, "I asked, anyway, I'm glad you trust me enough to tell me."
I smiled at him and went to tape the last box and he picked it up and I stood glancing around the room, the furniture was still wrecked and present, yet it looked empty and didn't feel like home, not that it ever had. I sighed and turned, wondering when anywhere would ever feel like home, and closed the door.
Steve was waiting in the passenger side of the small moving van. I hopped in and started the ignition. I smiled to myself as an idea struck me. I drove to a parking lot nearby and got out, Steve followed suit looking confused.
"I figured we could use a simple break from all the stress of life, so I brought us here." I gestured to the park in front of me.
"A park?"
"A park where there just happens to be a little leagues game every Saturday afternoon, and guess what day it is!"
He smiled and looked wistfully into the park "Won't they miss us?"
"A couple hours can't hurt anyone, and I have my phone if they need to contact us." I replied.
He grinned at me and, always a gentleman, held out his arm. I linked my arm with him and we strolled into the park.
"Back to the simple things for a while." He said to me, already looking more relaxed.
I thought that there should be a little more character building, and that she should open up and bond more with the rest of her team. Don't worry, we are going to find out what is happening with the mutants and why they are all attacking and who is their leader etc. very soon.
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