Just so everybody knows, Kazavi is barely going to be in this fic. Rarely do I have her in the majority of a story since I don't like centering things around her. We're not going to be seeing her much for a long time after the next few chapters. And I really try not to make her mary-sue, guys, I really do. So if she may seem perfect now, believe me, she's the least perfect person in this room. You'll get that later in the story...
Kazavi sighed and stretched, prying herself off of Steve's dirtied red boots. She sighed, trudging towards her clothes, tail lashing back and fourth slowly.
The cat crawled in them and shifted back into a human, standing on two legs as she rose. "I've gotta run," she said tiredly, straightening the collar of her jacket and flattening out the torn edges of her pants.
Everybody looked up, not expecting that.
"You just got here a few minutes ago," Tony said sadly.
The blonde shrugged sympathetically. "Sorry Tony, but I feel like crap, I should get going."
"You could just hang here a bit longer..." Natasha suggested, straightening in her chair.
"I wish I could, but this time, I actually have a legit reason for leaving," she said, giving the team suspicious thoughts. "Anyway, bye guys," she said, taking a piece of shawarma from Tony and leaving, crawling over the trashed car and out of sight.
"She's weird," Steve said, lifting his head off of his hands and rubbing his eyes.
"Wait!" they heard from their left.
"Before you- or I, leave," Kazavi said, reappearing outside the broken window, "I need to ask you something. Have you guys seen Coulson? I've been wanting to ask him how he's been doing with that cellist..."
The group's eyes widened at the bringing back of the painful topic. Tony remained silent, eyes still fixed on the ground and Clint swallowed. Steve and Thor lowered their heads while Bruce tried to ignore it. Natasha stared at her painfully, giving her a sense of alarm.
"What happened to him? Where is he?" the blonde asked, straightening.
"He, um... He was- He's gone," Steve explained quietly.
Kazavi bit her lip. "Are you shitting me? That's not funny," she said with a grin, blowing it off a little.
"We're not, unfortunately," Clint said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
Kazavi's grin faded and her green eyes locked onto a bent fork in the restaurant floor as her mouth opened and closed, trying to say something. "How?" she finally managed to squeak.
"Loki," Thor whispered from his seat, though the name sounded like a near scream in kazavi's ears.
The blonde girls jaw clenched as she fought the urge to growl. Her knuckles cracked and turned white as she clenched her fists and kicked the window frame, denting metal and sending glass flying.
With a snort, she turned and left.
"How does she even know who Coulson is?" Natasha asked.
Tony's eyes remained fixed on the dusty ground. "She used to hang with him a lot last year. Just friends. She was forced on a coffee run once. She was jugling dozens of steaing hot cups in those useless cardboard holder thingies, and when she was on her way to give Fury his iced coffee, she tripped over her own feet, the holder collapsed, and dumped the coffee all over him."
Natasha and Clint grinned, making up a ridiculously overdramatic retalling in their heads.
"Coulson saved her ass from a huge chewing out. She was really happy and well, that's just her," the billionaire finished.
It was silent except for the smallest sound of giggling.
Everybody looked at each other until their eyes finally came to a rest on Bruce.
"What is so funny?" Tony asked.
"Fury drinks iced coffees. I seriously didn't expect that."
This is so lame... Why do I continue to write these? And yeah, I'll try to make the chapters longer...