Well, everyone, here I am back from hiatus! Between work, school, new puppy, wedding preparations and death in the family I have been too whooped to write. This seems more like a filler, but here you go. Review please, it helps me stay motivated to write.
Kataraena was going to maim and gut whoever was knocking at her door at 7 in the morning. As a college student, sleep was precious and scarce, and yet someone was interrupting and had a death wish. She grumbled and shuffled out of bed to answer the door. She jabbed the button that would reveal a very tall, broad and blond man that stood there with an infuriatingly cheerful expression.
"Good Morning!" he quipped happily.
Her eyebrow rose, "Good morning?" she responded.
"I'm Steve Rogers!" he held out his hand enthusiastically, oblivious to her disheveled appearance.
"I'm Kat and it is 7 in the morning."
"I know! It's time for breakfast before physical training!" his eagerness reminded her of a golden retriever.
"I'm going to put something slimy and squirming in his bed," she thought, then spoke aloud, "What?"
"Director Fury decided you should also be in great physical condition too," he put on the high beams with that disgustingly happy smile of his.
"That bastard," she groaned inwardly.
Steve stood there expectantly, once again oblivious to her appearance and also resembling a golden retriever more than ever.
Kat sighed," Well I'm just going to get dressed then, shall I?"
He suddenly blushed, "Oh! Yes! I'll wait here!"
"Damn, I was hoping to go back to sleep," she thought as she tried not to stab that button for her door to close.
She looked at the cat and glowered at the smug look the feline gave.
"Not a word," she pointed her finger at the cat.
Athena chuckled and curled back up into Kat's abandoned pillow. Kat sighed and put on clothes appropriate for running, sweating, getting her ass kicked, etc. She wore a tank top, jacket, loose pants and flexible shoes all in blues and greens. She did her morning rituals as slowly as possible, just to be spiteful. Securing her long hair in a braid she headed outside to see Steve still standing there. She swore she could almost see a tail wagging and was rather tempted to check.
"Are you ready for breakfast?" he asked enthusiastically.
"Sure, we'll go with that," she patted his back as they went along to the cafeteria, grinning as he looked confused.
She also tried to keep the impure thoughts out of his head as she noticed his buns, "Fresh from the bakery," she nearly hit herself as the thought came unbidden.
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Chaos. Pure unadulterated chaos. That was the scene that was laid out before Kat and Steve. A minor disagreement over food and war broke out. Breakfast rolls were propelled into the air. Eggs were flung by forks. Juice was spit through straws. The bacon, however, was unharmed. The only ones who did not partake in the massacre of breakfast were Natasha and Bruce. Natasha had a look on her face akin to that of an overburdened mother of 3. Bruce looked amused and thankfully not green.
Steve sighed and stayed near the wall. Kataraena tried her best not to laugh at the display, up until a breakfast roll collided with her face. She blinked and looked dazed for a few moments.
"What did the roll ever do to you?" she said.
Even Natasha chuckled. Tony came to her sheepishly with his hand on the back of his neck.
"Sorry Kitty Kat!" he said.
"It's fine, Stark," she took on a familiar persona just to screw with him.
Tony looked startled and pretended to be a little scared, "Oh pious Lady, forgive me for trespassing upon your face with a bread product!"
Kat forced herself not to laugh, "I suppose I can forgive a lowly mortal," she winked.
He chuckled and clapped her on the back before he returned to his decimated breakfast.
"Foolish thing to do," said a voice behind her, "To forgive a mortal."
She smiled and turned, "Well, Mister Loki, I couldn't help it with that little puppy dog face he has."
His lips twitched and he rolled his eyes before brewing tea. She followed him and took down mugs for both of them. Loki said nothing and handed her the sugar. Thor, in midst poptart mutilating, looked at them oddly.
Tony looked at them as well and grinned inwardly and mischievously. Oh what plans he had for them.
There you have it. And sorry if Steve seems a little OOC, I just always thought of him as an over enthusiastic dog. Please review to keep me going!
