Kataraena fiddled around with the phone Tony had given her. She grinned as she downloaded as much music as she could onto it and just about as many books and movies. She giggled as her cat, Athena, jumped onto her chest and settled down.
"What do you want to listen to, kitty?" Kat asked the sooty grey feline.
Athena purred and meowed confidently. Her human giggled and set it on Hootie and the Blowfish.
"I wonder
Why are we involved
With the seasons
And the living of our own
Let me see if nothing's wrong
I just want to be the one
(She) wanted
You still give her all our lives
Let her be son
Who is she buying
See her crawl
I'll just make it out
(We don't see it bleeding)
I want to die with you
(Something no one's needing)
I left the other day
But you're never here
You only listen to things you want to save
But the power it's ok with you
You knew I'd find something else to do
Let me be the one
(We don't see it bleeding)
I wanna fly, I wanna die with you
Something no ones
See it's not like they
Are gonna take my faith away
Let me in it's ok now
Close the door
Is it really needing
When you find a place
That's only yours
Just go he beams
Well I've died for good now
Let me feel it
Let her come-let her run-let her run
(Now)
Let me be the one
(We don't see it bleeding)
I can't feel it, I can't see it
(Something no one's needing)
I feel dumb."
She sang along as she unpacked her containers (not like SHIELD would use a box) so she could put her trinkets away. She figured she would make wherever they decided she should sleep a home. Kataraena could not deal with the clinical white walls and sheets. So dark purple sheets graced her bed, and posters littered the walls with every shelf filled with odd little baubles and crystals.
She stood back and looked at her belongings, "How did I not know that I was some hippie psychic chick?" she sighed.
"You probably didn't think about it," said a voice.
Kat jumped and spun around and saw only Athena on the bed.
"I must be hearing things," she murmured.
"Hearing me talk," her cat spoke.
The girl's eyes widened and her mouth gaped open, "Wait, when did you learn to talk?"
"Oh, I have always known, you can just hear me now," the cat was rather smug.
"Hopefully I am the only one that can?"
"The tall raven haired one can as well."
"Well I hope you won't relay anything embarrassing to him."
"I expect cream once a day," if a cat could smile.
Kat sighed, grumbled and trudged out of the door to go find the kitchen. She paused long enough to put on her fuzzy slippers.
"Well she took that better than I expected," the cat smiled and licked a paw.
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Half an hour later, Kat finally found the kitchen. She almost had given up, but then she remembered what would happen if she didn't provide the cream.
"Blackmailing bloody cat," she muttered.
"Do I want to know?" Kat looked over and saw the man that Tony called Clint.
She laughed and shook her head, "Not really," she held out her hand, "So you must be Hawkeye?"
"The one and only," he shook her hand and let it go.
"I'm Kat," she supplied.
"I know," as he began popping off a part of the counter.
She cocked her head sideways as he produced a box of Strawberry Pop-Tarts.
Clint looked at her and gave a sheepish smile, "Thor is obsessed with Pop-Tarts, so I have to hide a stash."
Kat looked at him for a moment and then started laughing until tears came in her eyes, "I will keep your secret, if you share one," she composed herself and put on a serious expression.
"I suppose I can agree to those terms," he tossed her a packet.
She tipped her head and ripped it open to expose the wondrous pastries. Kat and Clint bit into their treat simultaneously and groaned in delight.
"Am I interrupting something?" a very confused Bruce Banner walked into the room.
"Just amazing junk food, Mr. Banner," Kat replied after she finished one of her pastries.
"I see," he flashed a small smile and went to brew tea, "And you can call me Bruce."
"Alright, Bruce," she gave him a smile and took down a mug for him, "I'm Kat."
"Thank you," he nodded his head, "I didn't get a chance to see you today when they brought you in."
"Likewise," she grinned and took down her own mug, "I hope you don't mind, I need a little tea to calm the nerves."
"Not at all," again a small smile.
"Is tea your secret to not being mean and green?" she joked.
He chuckled, "No, but it is relaxing."
Kat nodded and poured him his tea before pouring for herself. She looked at their collection of tea and grabbed chamomile. As she steeped her tea, she got a small bowl and put cream in it.
"For the 'blackmailing bloody cat'?" Clint grinned through a mouth full of Pop-Tarts.
"You would be correct," she laughed, "I'll see you both in the morning," they waved as she walked out.
"She is an odd one," Bruce admitted and Clint nodded enthusiastically while swallowing Pop-Tarts.
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Alright, so this was just a bit of a filler, mmmm Pop-Tarts, to end the day to start the new one. I still am not quite sure where this story is taking me, but I'm enjoying the ride. I hope it is ok. Please review so I can keep writing!