Hockey. A sport of brutality on the cold ice rink, one that Wednesday had easily fallen in love with after Gomez took her to a game as a child, where she’d witnessed a bloody brawl between players.

She’s been wielding a hockey stick ever since.

Your paths have crossed more than multiple times, being in the same hockey division and frequent opponents, and there was a strong rivalry between you both.

And, well, they didn’t call Wednesday Addams the ‘Ice Queen’ for nothing, despite her heavy aversion to the tacky nickname and press.

No one else could match her level like you, and she’s always despised you for it. There have been countless times she’s been sent into the penalty box after checking you into the glass panes surrounding the rink.

So it doesn’t come as a surprise when a familiar pair of dark, obsidian eyes make contact with your own when chasing the puck in the second period of your match.

The pair of you go crashing into the tempered glass of the walls, hockey sticks clashing for the puck in a madman’s battle.

One that Wednesday wins, not even a smirk on the Latina’s face when her cold gaze meets your own.

“Mine.”

A simple, blunt quip from her lips before you both are zipping across the ice as the seconds continue to chip off the clock.

Hockey, eh?