The Truth Behind The Myths

Sudden Appearances

He sat alone in the room.

Alone on the bed.

The bed that brought memories.

Memories of a blonde.

Memories that hurt.

The blonde that looked familiar.

Everything was starting to look familiar.

He heard a thump in the other room.

A thump and cursing.

"Shut up, Tasha."

"Stark, if you don't stop pouting I will put a dagger through your neck."

"Everyone stop fighting! I have work to do."

The voices pulled small memories out.

The first voice.

The first voice was a man's.

His mind showed a dark haired man with a mustache.

A dark haired man wearing a white shirt and a black tie.

A dark haired man working with a slightly younger Nico.

He remembered Nico.

"Stark's a genius."

Stark.

Something told him the man who spoke was not from his memories.

A new image flashed in his brain. 

A man on the news.

The similar face.

The sarcastic attitude as he answered questions for reporters.

He had only caught a glimpse of him while passing an open door before a mission.

Was this the speaker?

Maybe.

The second voice.

The second voice was a woman.

The second voice was the blonde.

He was sure.

But he didn't know why.

It matched.

How did he know that?

"Seaweed Brain."

That name again.

The name from his memories.

The name the blonde called him.

What did it mean?

Seaweed for brains?

Not smart.

Loving the ocean.

Sea Warrior.

He knew water.

Water was easy to work with.

The currents took you by surprise.

Like him.

Water was his friend.

She called him Seaweed Brain.

It made sense.

Did he have a name for her?

Wise Girl.

That sounded...familiar.

"Wise Girl."

He tried it out.

Barely a whisper.

Quiet as a breath of air.