So ppl keep telling me to update. Like yo, chill. So please, CHILL OUT WITH THE UPDATE PESTERING PLEASE! It gets exhausting trying to keep y'all happy okay.

POV: third

Ivy hopped into her apartment. Everything was quiet. She shifted back into her human form and headed to her bathroom to redress her wound. She pulled off Bucky's hoodie and dropped it to the ground, peeling off the bloody gauze. She's bleeding too much.

Pulling out her first aid kit she stitched herself up a bit better, keeping her mouth shut despite the pain. When she was done she cleaned up the new injuries, dressing them in plenty of gauze and wraps. She leaned over the sink and spat out a mouthful of blood.

She used a paper towel to clean her lips, stuffing it into her pocket. She packed up her med kit. She folded Bucky's hoodie and set it on the bed, taking the med kit she headed towards her dresser.

Ivy sifted through her clothes, settling on a decent outfit. Pastel purple dress, black thigh high stockings, knee high combat boots- with hidden knives, elbow length gloves, and ash gray trench coat. She nodded softly and pulled on a hat, tucking her hair into it. She looked through her drawers and pulled out some brown contacts, calmly putting them in.

She looked in the mirror, nodding in approval. She slid her phone into her pocket and grabbed some of her spare weapons. She heard a door open, shifting into a pigeon she flew out of the window. It was dark out, but the city lights made it too bright to see the stars sadly.

Hopefully she never has to deal with those crazies again.