Night brought upon boredom, especially for those with sticky fingers. Rather than returning to her dull ass apartment, Kit found herself wandering the cold streets that evening. Covered in a coat of luxury that Rob had called "a great find" in one of the donation bins around the city, she placed her hands into the pockets to keep them warm. Before her, Kit could see the warmth of her breath against the chilly air as she let out a heavy sigh.

"Here I am, world," she said to herself, " all dressed up and nowhere to go."

However, the cold hadn't stopped plenty of people as down the way, Kit could hear the sounds of music and voices, coming from one of the local night clubs. There was a small line gathered outside as some waited to gain entry, leaving Kit's eyes to trail over every single one of them. The majority of them, appeared to be college students. While the idea had been to make a quick buck off of still prey, she knew that the majority of the students were damn near broke.

The last time she had made off with anything, it had been with a laundry card with only three dollars on it. However, the night life was not only open to the college students as three women stumbled drunkenly out of the club, laughing obnoxiously loud. They were older, more than likely in their late thirties, dressed in the best and shortest dresses to show off whatever they damn well pleased. And two of them wore heels that made the skyscrapers of the city blush in envy.

But the heels didn't work in favour of one as she walked like a baby giraffe, attempting to find her footing. She was just about to take a spill when Kit came up from behind and caught her, just before she hit the ground.

"Whoa there!" Kit called out as she held up the redhead, who continued laughing as if nothing had happened. "Are you alright?"

Such a foolish question, because while the woman was feeling alright in the moment, come morning, she would definitely not be saying the same. The amount of alcohol she had to consume for it to roll off her breath and burn Kit's nose, made it clear that a strong hangover was destined for her future.

"Y-yes, we are fine," the woman told her, " so fine. You're fine too."

With a small grin, Kit simply offered to grab the three women a cab to get them home. All the while, her drunken friend had so many compliments in store for Kit that she couldn't bring herself to complain. When the cab finally arrived a few minutes later, Kit made sure that they were all in. Her drunken companion seemed to cling onto the front of her coat during their final moments together, thanking Kit over and over.

"No, really," Kit said getting her in and closing the door over," thank you."

Closing the cab door, she hit the top of the vehicle with her hand a couple of times, giving the cab driver the "okay" to go. It pulled away from the curb, the obnoxious laughter fading away as the car drove down the street. And once it turned the corner, Kit took a step back and looked down at her hand to see the wad of cash she had managed to grab during all the commotion.

"Sometimes, it's just too easy."

As she made her way into the line to enter the night club, Kit remembered when she had first started out, learning the art of pick pocketing. She had come a long way since the times where she had been caught as a child. Initially, she had been terrified of even getting close enough to a stranger to take something off of them. Her nerves often got the best of her and quickly turned into panic as she believed at every second she would get caught.

However, after falling into the company of O'Malley, there was plenty she learnt to keep herself from experiencing any sort of trouble. Kit learnt to be fast and how to pick her victims, she became an expert at body language, all necessary skills. She couldn't pinpoint the time where everything had changed, but currently, she was all too comfortable with the idea of walking up and taking what she wanted because no one ever knew it happened until it was too late.

Sometimes, Kit would just take what she needed, if she wanted a cup of coffee, she would grab only a couple of bucks from a wallet before returning it. It wasn't about taking everything all the time. But as the years grew on and as Kit became bored, there were days and nights where she liked to provide herself with a challenge.

Picking one person from a crowd, Kit would select the one person she believed would prove to be the most difficult to distract long enough to do her thing. There was a thrill and a rush that she got from it that even long after O'Malley had left her, she continued to do it. Deep down, it was her one way of feeling close to the person that had given her a second chance at life.

Kit certainly didn't feel any sort of pride, knowing she had only been eight years old when she found herself living on the streets. Her parents had gotten themselves locked up for their terrible habits, and once they were gone, she never saw them after that. Not that she went seeking them out, she was sure that by the time she became an adult that they were somewhere in the city, but she didn't want to return to the scene of finding them strung out on a sofa.

She wasn't even saddened by the thought of not seeing them again, in fact, she welcomed the idea more than anything. However, she did not welcome the idea of child protective services taking her in and placing her somewhere. She had heard horror stories when she was younger from her mother whenever Kit threatened to call the police. The idea of being placed inside of a worse home terrified Kit more than anything, so she decided to take her chances of being on her own.

Kit didn't go looking for O'Malley and she didn't think that O'Malley went looking for her, but they ended up finding each other.

From that point on, Kit became a student, a prodigy in the making to O'Malley, and to her, he became the closest thing she ever had to a positive father figure in her life. Of course, it didn't come without having to do plenty of dirty work on the streets, but after she became better at it, she didn't mind it so much. It was all part of the routine that she had fallen into, it gave her comfort.

And then one day, the routine went to shit.

Out of the blue, O'Malley sent her on her way and she didn't understand why. The one person she had considered family, suddenly, didn't want her around anymore. He simply told her that she was ready to be on her own again, and she never saw him again. No matter where Kit looked, he was gone.

The rest of her childhood came and went, adulthood proved to be no different as Kit still found herself alone. Sure, there were a few souls she knew well from her nights at the shelter, but none of them could replace O'Malley. He had given her the skills necessary for her survival, but she had hoped for just a little more time.

But as Kit learned, hope didn't get people anything.

Glancing up at the flickering lights that read  "Spanky" the line was growing smaller as Kit approached the door. Night clubs and bars were some of the easiest places to pickpocket someone. All she had to do was head out onto the dance floor, bump into several bodies "by accident" and go about her way. However, since Kit had decided to prey on a few easy souls earlier, she decided that she wanted to give herself a bit of a challenge again.

With a fake ID and a crooked grin, " Carol Collins" made her way inside, a quick glance to see who she would target. The music was quite loud near the dance floor, but the bar area seemed to be a bit quieter. A more intimate setting, usually met that people were more aware of their surroundings and that was what she was looking for.

Approaching the bar, she sat herself down on a stool, right next to a man that was stirring his drink in hand, his eyes focused downward. The bartender approached her, asking for her drink and she called for a bourbon, made neat.

It appeared to call the attention of the man next to her as he lifted his head and peered over at her. " I haven't heard a woman order a bourbon in a long time," he said to her.

Kit turned to him, crossing one leg over the other, holding in the surprised jitters that she was sitting across from the famous, Tony Stark. Luck had seemingly fallen into her lap to be placed next to a billionaire.

"Well, I guess it's just that kind of night," she said with a shrug before raising her glass that had been brought over, " cheers."

"Cheers."

As thoughts ran through her head, such as what the hell was a billionaire doing at a dingy ass night club for a drink, something caught Kit's eye. It was the watch resting on Tony's wrist, an expensive timepiece no doubt and it was just perfect for the taking. She leaned a little closer, to introduce herself while holding out her hand.

"I'm Carol, by the way," she said with a smile. Not one to be rude, Tony took her hand to shake, while introducing himself.

"Tony."

"I'm sorry," Kit told him, " I couldn't hear you, the music..."

Her hand wrapped a little tighter around his wrist, pulling Tony a little closer as she requested that he repeat himself. Tony seemed surprised that she didn't recognise him without an introduction. But he offered his name once again before she gave a nod of her head, pulling her hand away and sliding it back into the pocket of her coat.

With his watch included.

Tony didn't seem to notice that his wrist had become naked within seconds, the watch removed with just the use of two fingers and a gentle squeeze of the hand. That was all it took but there always had to be a little acting involved. Kit couldn't simply grab him by the hand without reasoning or it would raise suspicion right away. Tony was a billionaire, but he wasn't a stupid man by any means, however, he was a drunken one currently.

"So what brings you out here?" she asked him, all too curious why he couldn't have a drink in the privacy of his tower. " I don't think I've seen you here before."

"I can't sleep," Tony admitted, staring at the bottom of his empty glass before he was offered another drink. "I haven't slept in a while."

"Normally, people go down the route of sleeping pills or warm milk and tea, not night clubs if they had a sleeping problem."

There was no denying that it looked like he hadn't slept in days, the bags under his eyes spoke volumes. He yawned several times, so obviously he was tired, so Kit didn't  understand why he was there.

"I can't handle the silence," he said, " the quieter it becomes, I can hear my own thoughts. So, here I am."

"Yeah, here you are."

Tony didn't seem keen on discussing anymore of his nighttime issues, instead, turning the conversation on Kit to learn more about the person in his company. "So what brings you here?"

"I caught my husband in bed with my girlfriend."

After his drink sprayed from his mouth onto the bar, Tony turned to her with a wide-eyed expression and it took everything in Kit not to laugh. She loved making up stories, not too far-fetched so that they were believable, but just enough that she could entertain herself and whoever for the time being. She told Tony all about the story about she and her "husband" were having an affair with the same woman.

He obviously didn't know what to say as the alcohol wasn't helping him in any sense either. But as Kit told him that she was considering a polyamorous relationship with the two, Tony looked like he was about to lose it. However, that was where her story came to an end, because Carol had to finally head on home.

Tony seemed to agree that it was time he headed back as well, and he took it upon himself to pay for their drinks before they stepped outside. His ride was available and waiting, he offered "Carol" a ride home but she declined, claiming that her ride was on the way. He gave a nod of his head, thanking her for her company that night before he climbed into his vehicle and left. And as the driver made their way off, Kit turned to herself looking down at the watch that rested in her pocket.

"And rent is paid for the month, thank you for your generous donation to the Kit Foundation, Mr Stark."