After a couple of years, the homesickness was passing, and she was getting her footing. She was becoming more deadly and increasingly skilled, thanks to Venoms tutelage. They made a great team. The government may not have appreciated their efforts, but the youth did. Brewster and Venom enjoyed clubbing often. Venom was her very favorite dance partner, much to Eddies chagrin, since he hated the nightclub scene. They also enjoyed riding motorcycles. As a nod to one of her heroes, she insisted on riding a 750 Harley-Davidson soft tail, since it most resembled a Liberator, her favorite bike of all time.
One club was named Venom's Brew, in their honor. Several clubs had been bombed, and the three of them deduced that Venom's Brew was the next on the list.
"As much as I hate to admit it, we need to go to your club to do damage control," Eddie finally admitted one evening.
They were on the bridge racing towards the club when Trinity spotted trouble. She spoke to Eddie via two-way radio wired into their helmets. "Uh, Eddie? I see something big, red and Ugly ahead!"
"Oh, shit! It's another red one!" Venom yelled. "Carnage must have spawned before I ate him!"
"That's a symbiote? My God, he's an ugly jackass!" Trinity yelled back. "What are we going to do?"
"We aren't going to do anything. We decided you need to go home. It's getting to be much too dangerous around here," they said firmly. Toxin grabbed a car and hurled it in their general direction. That reminded Trinity a little too much of her mother's death in New York, and she yelped despite herself. A sudden swirl of red and yellow opened in front of her and she drove straight into it.
Her Harley's roar was defeating in the cramped quarters of the polished hallway. She applied the brakes, causing her tires to squeal sickeningly on the tiled floor. Unfortunately, when she had portaled out, she had been facing a bank of windows, and her bike was traveling at full highway speeds. Tony and Pepper heard the insane noise and observed a huge motorcycle burst through the window in a massive explosion of glass.
Trinity frantically opened a portal below her, determined to live. However, she missed it by about ten feet, and her bike came down directly on an SUV recently vacated by Nick Fury and Maria Hill.
Fury heard a sickening crunch and whirled to see a huge Harley resting atop his favorite vehicle. A smallish figure with a helmet styled like an Iron Man helmet hopped off and rolled the bike effortlessly down the hood and onto the street.
"Do you mind telling me where you came from!" Nick drawled, eying the slight form uneasily, yet hiding his discomfiture.
"San Francisco," Trinity said truthfully as she began shaking the glass shards from her duster and removed her helmet. Her hood fell back and revealed tiny cuts on her face from the slivers.
"Let's get you inside," Fury said briskly. "That had to smart." He started pushing her into the building when she suddenly stopped and planted herself firmly on the ground. She would not be shoved, not even by Nick Fury.
Fury was shocked at her strength and muscle tone and ceased his attempts at urging her inside. He gestured to someone coming through the rapidly growing crowd instead. "Cap? A little help here would be nice."
"Hey, kiddo," Steve Rogers said pleasantly as he slung Trinity over his shoulder and carted her into the relative safety of the Stark Tower. "Nice bike. Is it yours?"
"Hi, Cap. Hey, I need to let dad know I'm ok and apprise him on War Hammer," Trinity told Fury in her best Pepper Potts impression. "And can someone take care of Captain America for me?" She gestured towards her bike and Fury let loose a short bark of laughter and looked over at his partner. She returned his gaze with incredulity.
"Maria? Think you can handle that?" He tried to keep the mirth out of his voice.
"Sure thing, boss," she said with a smirk.
"You named your bike after me? Why?" Steve was flabbergasted to say the least. After all, she was Tony's daughter, and their relationship could be acrimonious at times.
"It's a Harley 750 soft tail. It reminded me if you. I liberated it from a really really really bad guy."
The hall stunk of gasoline and burnt rubber and was filled with smoke. The ventilation system was working overtime to clear the air. Tony and Pepper stared at the gaping hole in the window, aghast at the damage. The wind was sucking through the hall, tearing at their hair. "Tony, what the hell just happened here?"
"I did," Trinity said seriously as Fury and Steve ushered her in. "Dad. Pepper. Sorry about the stink and the mess I created. So much has happened that I don't know where to begin."
"Pumpkin? You've only been gone ten minutes," Tony said, holding her at arms length. She put down her mask and helmet and eyed him critically. Somehow, she'd managed to change from a dress to a ronin-style outfit, replete with compound bow, laser arrows and bo. She wore a leather duster, leather pants and motorcycle boots. She looked seasoned and tough, older somehow.
Pepper came in, took a look at Trinity and gasped. "She's bleeding. She's got a broken arm, a broken nose and she's bleeding!"
They hustled her to Dr Cho, who treated her battle injuries. She insisted that Trinity spend the night under observation.
"She's got previous injuries," she told Tony with clinical detachment. "She's got a knife scar on her arm that's probably a couple of years old. It's had several stitches in it."
"That's impossible," Tony protested. "She's only been gone ten minutes or so. How can that be?"
"Did you say she opens portals?" The doctor asked in curiosity.
"Yes," Tony said automatically. "She's come to visit me often from Iowa using one. She lives with Clint Barton and his family on his family's farm. It's located in Iowa."
"And she has a toolbox that's actually a portal," Pepper added helpfully. "It's where she kept the project she tried to show Tony before War Hammer freaked out and tried to terminate us."
"Don't you mean extinguish?" Trinity corrected sarcastically from her hospital bed. "And do you know some jackass actually threw a car at me? A symbiote picked up a car and threw it at me like it was a tinker toy!" Tony was afraid that she was headed for an anxiety attack, so he swiftly changed the subject.
"By the way, what happened to my errant piece of scrap metal, anyway? Toy asked, coming full circle to the question of the day. "I'm not going to be sued, am I?" He was trying his best to defuse the full-blown, stress-induced rant he could feel coming on.
Trinity laughed, a delightful sound. "No, dad. My friend Venom ate him, processors, servomotors, and all. It only took him about five minutes to do so."
Just then, her phone rang. She nearly dropped it in shock but answered it anyway. "Eddie? Is that really you? Yeah, I'm safe. I burst through a window and had to portal down to keep from falling about ninety stories because of the direction my bike was headed. What? That was six months ago? Incredible! Yeah, I miss you guys too." By this point, she had them on speakerphone so everyone could hear.
"Thank you for taking care of my little girl," Tony said gratefully, watching the expression on his daughter's face. Pepper was observing her as well.
"She's a peach," Eddie commented. "You two need to enjoy each other while you can. You never know what the future holds. It's nice to get to talk to you, Mr Stark."
"Hey, loose and remember what I taught you," Venom added. To everyone else in the room, the voice and accent were odd indeed, but to Trinity, they were home.
"I can't believe I got phone reception," she said after hanging up. "After all, they are in another dimension."
"I'm sure there's a good explanation," Tony said as he pulled the cover up over her more securely.
"Hey, Dad? I want to stay here and go to school instead of living in Iowa. I want to get to know you better." There was a wistfulness in her voice that nearly broke Pepper's heart. She heard it in Tony's voice occasionally.
"Ok, hon, but why?"
"What Eddie said got to me. Life is so fragile. I want to stay here."
"You talk like someone who has experienced death," Tony said, trying to be casual. He was waiting for her dinner tray to arrive. Then, and only then, would he go get something to eat.
"I accidentally snapped a guy's neck," she told him. "He's the guy who did this. He almost killed Mrs Chen. I like her." She pointed to the healed gash on her arm as Tony helped her with her dinner tray.