Thread: Human Connection [Avengers -- Sprouts & Virginia]

Broke didn't seem like it would mesh so well with the doctor thing. Supplies were on some level necessary, but he seemed to be pulling through fine with what he had. Still, it had to bother him that he couldn't provide more. If he wasn't suspicious that someone could be keeping an eye on him, Maybe other people didn't always assume there might be someone suspicious around. Still, as someone who could transform into a living weapon of mass destruction and had a dangerous amount of knowledge, he probably knew that there were a lot of people in the world who would like to get their hands on him for pretty problematic reasons. She did support not dying, both for herself and most other people. Still, he'd rejected her offer so she could let the topic go, not going to bring it back up again. As far as she was concerned she could be done with it forever. No more nice offers had to be made unless something else came up. The occasional rustling of papers wasn't a huge deal in terms of interrupting her sleep, but she liked that he was doing it because it let her know every time her very light sleep shifted to waking that he was still there because pages were turning. The man read crazy fast, but that wasn't exactly a shock. It would be weirder if he couldn't, she assumed. Not that the agent really spent a lot of time around super geniuses - there were probably plenty working in research and development, but she didn't exactly hang out there. Mostly Theresa was in the habit of getting what she needed from them and then leaving. Actually that was kinda her relationship with everyone. Huh. His help was... well it wasn't unappreciated, but she didn't need it. Having someone there to put something behind her back did make things hurt a little less though so at the same time that she was feeling exceptionally sullen, Theresa's complaints to herself lacked some amount of punch. Thanks, she said warmly, taking the glass from him. Her fingers traced over the crack briefly and then she lifted it to her lips, draining almost half the glass in one go like she hadn't had water in forever. Apparently being injured makes me thirsty, she joked. Or it was her body was going to have to produce a whole bunch of blood to make up for the amount she'd left on her shirt, jacket, and the floor. And maybe a little bit on the cement on her way home. Ah, shit. Well it wasn't a huge deal, he only had to see her once for her to stick in his mind, human memory was weird like that. But it was also malleable and she could reasonably explain away everything. Well, using my fantastic detective skills I've come to the conclusion that we live in the same apartment building. The view out your window looks just like the view out mine, but higher up, so that would explain it. Plus I think I've seen you talking to an elderly lady on my floor. She offered up a smile and then took another sip of water. It was no wonder people liked this guy so much. He was awkward, but he seemed kind. She had a lot of opinions about Bruce already based on observation and notes, and interacting with him face to face was confirming a lot of them. It was a little bit weird to be taken care of, at least by someone who wasn't very clinical and professional and who didn't ask any kind of questions or really try and stop her from doing anything because they all knew from experience that agents were just sorta gonna do whatever they wanted to in the end.