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

I think it's different if you're the doctor with a couch cover and not just some guy. Super reasonable for a doctor. Theresa wouldn't have been able to understand the importance of being able to imagine what someone else said, so much of her life was built around being able to predict what people would think or do or say so that she could manipulate them into trusting her or doing what she wanted them to. An argument could be made over that being something entirely different from when one got to know someone organically and had gave them a place in their heart, but that wasn't something that she understood very well either. She remembered affection, she knew she'd loved people before, but they were out of her mind and heart entirely by this point. The things they'd said were still in her memories but what they would say to anything she did now was impossible for her to tell. Ah. Rodrigo. She knew him, though he didn't know her nearly as well. She knew about everyone in the building, she had to in order to make sure nobody was going to cause trouble. I wasn't like she was so far down the suspicion and paranoia hole that she thought everyone was a potential danger until verified otherwise, she just knew there was a possibility and a tiny chance was still too much of one. Even if they themselves weren't a threat they could have brought threat with them. Someone could have been a drug user or connected to less than savory work and those were the sorts of things that sometimes made their way home with a person. Stuff like that could eventually involve Bruce, probably on accident, and then the would have to involve her too. And getting into a fight with small criminal organizations was not on the top of her list of ways to spend what little free time she had. Team effort, then. Getting carried hadn't itself kept her from bleeding out on the floor, after all. Theresa had never found any use in meditation. It was impossible to make her brain go quiet, there was too much happening. She could zero in on a single thought or point of focus and tune everything else out, but complete silence was something that escaped her. It pretty much always ended in unwanted thoughts popping up and making themselves at home until she managed to banish them with something else. Her 'something else's at this point weren't the healthiest, but she lied to and sometimes shot people for a living not a lot of things in her life were all that healthy. That seems like a good way to end up broke and not able to help anyone anymore. It was theoretically possible that Bruce was getting money from somewhere and she didn't know about it, but that was unlikely. If he was trying to restock basic medical supplies he was probably not exactly rolling in spare cash. And you could be making patients uncomfortable, some people don't like to feel like they're owe favors. It was presented like she was using the argument to try and get him to agree with her not because she believed it herself, but Theresa didn't like to be in debt to anyone, though she really didn't care much about being repaid by others unless they did something that made her feel the need to pull that out. Perhaps that was how he felt, though she'd guess with less potential for spiteful decision. Don't limit yourself to one place just because of me. 'Tired' and 'ow' are going to have a fight and see who wins, but I think that'll be happening even if you have to walk around the apartment. She was tired. The apartment smelled nice, and as reluctant as she would be to admit at from a place of honesty, it was a little relaxing. It wasn't enough to put Theresa to sleep properly but she did appreciate it on some level. She stretched out her legs and then found a comfortable bent position for them, finding it easy to position her small body on the couch. The blanket was a little bit annoying and the undercover agent spent a few seconds fidgeting with it in order to make sure that she'd be able to get it off quickly in case of an emergency without getting tangled in the fabric. If she fell and was slowed down when someone broke into the house or tried to attack Bruce, she'd have to retire in shame. The funny part of that was where she thought that she could ever retire. There was nowhere else to go, no one else to be. What was she gonna do, become a librarian? It was SHIELD, private military, maybe the CIA. But after so long if this, she worried that maybe that would be... boring. This might be who she was forever. That was a thing to think about by herself at midnight while she stared at the ceiling and listened to Bruce's footsteps above her. If she'd been able to tell him that he'd probably feel guilty, but it wasn't like she'd be sleeping better if she wasn't doing this. She had focus now, and that gave her more peace than when she wasn't deployed and was trying to make it all work in her work-provided rooming. There was a lot of vodka when she wasn't on active duty. None now, but she could use it. She drifted into a light sleep, though everything from a cough to a chair being moved across the floor woke her up. If it happened more than once she let herself react, treating it like it had been the pain that roused her. She kept it quiet though, just glanced around and decided not to bother Bruce with anything before giving it another shot. Eventually she couldn't maintain that anymore - or more specifically realized she was thirsty and not doing a great job keeping hydrated, which was an important thing - and pulled herself back fully into the world. May I have a glass of water? It would also give her an excuse to move a little. Unless he had straws, Theresa was going to have to sit up a little. I got finals in two days, I promise I'm not slowing down or being less chatty due to disinterest I am just busy DYING