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Senses

Chapter Ten: Shawarma and a new home

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Cat's P.O.V.

I could feel a burning pain in my shoulder, which made it hard to breath. I opened my eyes, and looked around. I could see all the avengers sitting around the room, each had fallen asleep in their chairs, and I could hear one of them snoring. I tried to sit up but when I sat up a sharp pain shot through my shoulder. I gasped, and grabbed my shoulder. I looked down to see that my arm was stuck in a sling, and I noticed I was wearing a different shirt.

"Cat you're awake," Dad shouted, waking everyone else up.

Everyone gathered around me, each of them patting me on my good shoulder. My stomach started to rumble. When was the last time I ate something?

"Hey does anyone have anything to eat?" I asked.

"Yeah I've got a candy bar," Dad replied, handing it to me.

"Thank you," I said, taking the candy bar.

"How are you feeling?" Natasha asked.

"Okay, other than the fact that my shoulder hurts," I mumbled, taking a bit out of my candy bar. I looked at each of them. Dad, and Stark both had dried blood covering their hands.

"You two have blood on you," I pointed out. Dad and Tony looked down at their hands, and both cringed.

"Oh yeah, we kind of patched you up," Stark explained.

I nodded my head, and took another bit out of the candy bar. I thought back over the past day and how things had changed. Not long ago it was just dad and I working in Calcutta helping sick people, and now were sitting in Stark Tower in New York City. It's strange how things work.

"Hey wait if all of you are here… then whose watching Loki?" I asked suddenly, remembering about the God who tried to take over the planet.

"Director Fury picked him up about ten hours ago, after that we all just sat around here watching over you to make sure you didn't flat line again," Steve stated.

"Wait I flat lined?" I asked. Dad nodded his head.

"Oh crap! Uh how long was I out?" I asked.

"About elven hours," Natasha stated.

"Gesh, and you two didn't wash off the blood in all that time?" I questioned, finishing my candy bar.

"Well we were a bit more worried about you than about cleaning up," Dad stated.

"Got anymore candy bars?" I asked. Dad reached in his pocket but didn't find anything.

"Sorry that was the last one," He replied.

"Would you like to get some Shawarma?" Tony asked. Everyone gave him a funny look.

"Oh yeah I love Shawarma, but first I'd like to take a shower, and change," I said.

"Wait you've had Shawarma before?" He asked. I nodded my head.

"Yeah mom loved it, and every time we came through New York we'd stop at this Shawarma place. Actually if I remember correctly that Shawarma place is only a few blocks from your tower," I replied.

"Mhm, hey wait if you guys were so close to the tower why didn't you stop by and say hi?" Tony asked, pretending to be hurt.

"Because at the time the tower still wasn't finished, and well we were just passing through," I stated.

"Oh come on you guys couldn't have spared a couple of minutes to stop by and see if I was in?" He asked. I giggled, and shook my head. Tony always knew how to make me laugh.

"Okay you know what I just wanna take a shower, and get something to eat," I said, trying to stand up.

But I was so weak from the blood loss, and the fact that I haven't eaten anything in about eleven hours, that my legs wouldn't hold me, and I started to fall but several people grabbed me before I hit the ground.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Dad asked. I nodded my head.

"Yeah I just really need to get something to eat," I mumbled.

"Well then let's get you cleaned up so that we can get something to eat," Natasha said, putting my good arm around her neck, and helping me out of the room.

"You guys wash up to, and wait for us in the living room," She yelled over her shoulder.

Natasha helped me undress, then helped me into a shower.

"Think you can handle taking a shower on your own or do you need help?" Natasha asked.

I wanted to do it on my own but I know there's no way I can stay standing on my own.

"I think I'm gonna need some help," I muttered, my face going red from embarrassment.

Natasha nodded her head, and helped me shower as quickly as possible. When I was clean she helped me into some new clothes, and took me out to the living room and sat me down on the couch.

"I'm gonna get cleaned up," She stated, moving back towards the bathroom we'd just come out of. I nodded my head and laid back on the couch and closed my eyes.

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About an hour later we were all sitting at a table in the ruined Shawarma joint. Surprisingly the lights stilled worked, and the employees were still here working. Natasha had to help me into the car, and then into the restaurant once we got here. We sat there quietly eating our Shawarma, while one of the employees was trying to clean the place up. It was a little harder to eat because I could only use one hand, seeing as my other hand was in a sling, but I made it work. After we were finished eating we were sending Thor and Loki back to Asgard.

"Hey how's your arm?" Dad asked, looking over at me.

"It's fine, hurts a little bit, but other that it's fine," I replied.

Dad nodded his head and went back to eating his food…

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Two hours later

…I watched as dad put the Tesseract in a glass 'vile', and Thor took one end of it. He looked at Loki; who was cuffed and gaged. Loki took the other end of the 'vile', and Thor turned the handle on his end. The two of them where engulfed in a bright light, then they were gone. Then Everyone started to leave. Natasha handed dad a bag, and Steve jumped on a motorcycle. I walked over to the convertible sports car that was parked a few feet away from me. I carefully hoped into the very small back, and Stark and dad got into the front of the car. I waved to everyone as we drove off.

"So what are we gonna do now?" I asked, leaning forward. Dad glared at me.

"Put your seat belt on," He exclaimed.

"Oh yeah I forgot about that," I mumbled, grabbing the seat belt with my good arm. I heard Tony laugh, and I glared at him.

"Well now we go home, and take a break from all this superhero stuff," Tony stated. I smiled.

"Sounds good to me, wait where is home?" I asked.

"Stark tower; though the place does need to be fixed," Tony replied. I looked at dad.

"So we're gonna live in New York?" I asked excitedly.

I had missed New York over the past couple years. I was born here and had lived here for the first few years of my life. Dad was silent for a couple of seconds.

"Yeah sure why not," he finally said, giving me a weak smile.

"Yes finally I'm gonna be living in New York again," I shouted, raising my good arm in a small victory dance. Both dad and Tony laughed at this.

"This is gonna be great," I stated, sitting back.

"Yeah it sure is," Dad mumbled.

"Oh don't worry dad, you'll be fine I'll look out for ya," I said, sitting forward again. I could see a small smirk forming on dad's face.

"Oh, Tony we gotta find some place for me to go shopping, cause I need some new clothes," I stated. Tony looked back at me.

"Don't you have clothes?" He asked.

I picked up the bag that Natasha had given dad, which he had flung into the back with me, and started looking through the bag.

"Yeah; four shirts, three pairs of long pants, and four pairs of shorts, that's all the stuff Natasha had put in this bag well besides dad's stuff, and anyway I've been wanting to buy new clothes for a while now," I replied, setting the bag down on the floor.

I heard Tony grumble something under his breath, that sounded like 'teenage girls and always wanting to buy clothes'.

"Oh, come on, I need some clothes. Dad help me with this," I grumbled, looking at dad.

"I know I know all right. We'll find a place that's not destroyed all right," Tony mumbled.

I bent as far forward as my seat belt would let me, and wrapped my good arm around Stark's neck.

"Thank you, Uncle Tony," I said. He glared at me, and dad laughed.

"Yeah, yeah all right come on I'm trying to drive," He grumbled.

I laughed, and sat back in my seat.

"So toots do you have an idea of what you want your room to look like?" Stark asked, smirking at me.

"I told you not call me that," I shouted, "And I want the room to be blue."

"Why blue?" Dad asked.

"Cause it's my favorite color," I stated.

Man, I hope we can find a clothes store that's not destroyed, or I was screwed. But no matter what living in New York was going to be fun, especially since I'd be living with dad in Stark tower. Oh, and since we'll be living with Tony I'll get to see Poppy again! This is gonna be great…