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

This ensured there'd be no 'heroic' reason for him to try and talk to her later. Or send someone to check on her, whatever he might do if he decided he wanted to try and help what he thought was a poor abused woman. Plus now she was someone who made bad relationship choices and dismissed or ignored danger. Not a great person for a guy who had a unique sort of anger problem to hang around. Admittedly ignoring or dismissing danger was a real trait of hers, it was just in a very different way. It certainly wasn't about trusting people, she didn't really trust anyone anymore, not entirely anymore. Mostly she just knew things about people. She knew that Bruce wouldn't kill her for example, this was a fact. She could have said the trusted him not to, but that wasn't really the right word. Trust was a weird thing that it was possible she didn't understand anymore. Well, as long as he cleaned it. Even if he hadn't, she'd probably been injured in a worse place than this. Still, she wrinkled her nose in response to his words like the thought somehow made her a little uncomfortable. You need a couch cover. She could have offered to make one because it fell well into her cover job of seamstress, but that would mean potential for another point of contact. Some form of payment would probably have to be offered, even if she knew he didn't require it. As his friendly, trusting, and well intentioned downstairs neighbor it would make the most sense to try and give him something. It couldn't be the medicine that she apparently had more of than him, or money because she shouldn't have enough to spare to pay someone anything that would make any kind of difference. Food would work. She didn't particularly enjoy cooking, but that didn't mean she wasn't good at it. Bruce introduced himself as 'David' and she smiled at him, though she wanted to be expressing the sheer amount of 'oh no' that came with that lie. She was entirely sure that even if she hadn't known his real name Theresa would have known he was lying to her. Maybe he could get away with that around a civilian, but not her or others like her. Clearly he needed her to keep an eye on him, because his defense against people finding him appeared to be living in a big city and trying to lie about what his name was. That sure was an effective long term strategy without any potential problems. It's better than not meeting you but being in these circumstances, no it wasn't, you probably saved my life. And she might be a tiny bit bitter about that forever. Well until she died, which might not be that far away. Active agents should probably measure their lives differently. Maybe in dog years or something. She'd been doing this for nine years, she was tired in a way that that no amount of sleep could fix. I don't think I can sleep, because ouch, not because of the real reason that sleep often escaped her for long periods of time, but I think I might try to... rest? Close my eyes and focus really hard on my fingers because they don't hurt. What she could do was drift into whatever weird sort of half sleep she found herself in sometimes where if he opened a door or drawer she'd come out of it. While it wasn't exceptionally restful it was better than not getting any sort of shut-eye. What can I pay you with? She purposely made it sound like something that she'd just considered and felt needed to be talked about before she let herself move on. I don't really have money, but I can... do something, I'm sure. I can repair clothing or make food if those would work. Theresa had no intention of pushing it if he rejected those offers.