There seemed to be a disturbance in the force the next day in the Stark/ Avenger Tower as Steve Rogers entered with his own possible lead on a Hydra Base, only to come to face Tony's rear that was sticking out. The billionaire was bent over one of his sofas, throwing the cushions around everywhere and finally, when he stood up straight, he scratched the side of his head with a puzzled look. At no point, did he come to realise that Steve had arrived, not even when Bruce walked in, holding a small yoghurt cup in hand and a plastic spoon in the other.

"I'm sorry, but am I missing something here?" Steve asked Bruce first. "Is this a new ritual of sorts?"

With a shrug of his shoulders, Bruce wished he had an idea of what was going on. " I have no idea," he said, " he's been like that since I arrived earlier. I tried asking him if everything was alright, but he just keeps walking and mumbling to himself. I figured I'd just let him go until he tired himself out."

However, Steve didn't hold the same amount of patience that Bruce did and he wanted to know what Tony was up to because when it came to Tony, it usually was a 50/50 idea, meaning it was something that could go either way.

"Alright, Tony, just what exactly are you doing?" Steve asked him, only to fall silent as Tony stopped mid of tossing another cushion to face them. His hands dropped to his hips and he appeared rather annoyed that he had been interrupted.

"If you two must know, I'm looking for my watch," he answered, " I can't find it anywhere."

Part of Steve told him to just let Tony sort it out, but the other part of him told him to try and be helpful.

"Which watch?"

"My Submariner Rolex."

Bruce was just about to shovel another spoonful of yoghurt into his mouth but as soon as Tony spoke, he came to a stop. He slowly lowered the spoon back into the cup and thought something over to himself before he spoke.

"Your Rolex is missing?"

"Yes, that's what I said, " Tony said in a slightly huffy tone.

"No," Steve interjected, " you said you couldn't find it."

For a moment, the two men came to glare at each other, Steve getting slightly annoyed that Tony was so worked up over a watch when he probably had a drawer or two full of them.

"When did you last have it?" Bruce questioned, leaving the two to finally look away from one another.

Tony opened his mouth to answer but paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. "Uh, it was...the other night, I went out to Spanky and I had it on...and then I came home..."

Bruce tried to ignore the fact that Tony had apparently gone to Spanky on his own, knowing that it wasn't a good idea for Tony to self-medicate with alcohol. However, he put it to the back of his mind for the time being to get to the bottom of the case of the missing Rolex.

"And you're sure that you came home with the watch on?"

"I think so," Tony said, but that wasn't a good enough answer, " look I don't remember a lot from that night, okay?"

No one said anything for a minute, leaving Tony to return to his search for a little bit before Steve butted in the conversation again.

"Do you think perhaps that someone stole it?" he asked. "It was a fairly expensive watch, after all, I'm assuming."

"There's' no way they could have, it was on my wrist!" Tony took to pointing to the said wrist that was currently naked.

"Well, it's not there anymore."

"Thank you for the update, Captain Obvious!"

Natasha Romanova and Clint Barton could hear the commotion in the tower, all the way from the elevator. They had received word from Steve that he had found a likely location of HYDRA, and had called them all in to go over the details in person. They were running a little behind considering Natasha had to practically fight Clint to get him out of bed and only when she promised him a vast amount of coffee did he finally agree to get moving.

However, as they stood in the elevator, Clint reached up one of his hands from his coffee cup and adjusted one of his hearing aids as he grimaced.

"Sounds like Tony and Steve are at it again over something," he muttered, " did you really pull me out of bed for this?"

Natasha crossed her arms over her chest. "Yes, because if I have to deal with this, so do you."

As the doors opened, Natasha stepped out first with Clint behind her, watching as Bruce was trying to mediate between Tony and Steve as they bickered back and forth. She didn't really care about why they were arguing in the first place, but she knew she wanted it to stop and Bruce was too soft-spoken usually to make much of a difference.

"What's going on here?" she called out over them, leaving the room to fall silent as the other three came to realise that the two had arrived. Bruce peered over, looking like a child that had been caught doing something they weren't supposed to as he quickly hid the yoghurt cup behind his back.

"Tony's watch is missing," Bruce informed her quietly, " we were just trying to sort things out."

Clint glanced up, suddenly becoming interested in the topic at hand as it didn't sound like very hard work. "So what did you do with it, Stark?"

Looking over everyone in the room, Tony seemed to be holding back an internal scream of frustration before he shook his head. "At the risk of sounding like a teenaged girl, I just can't with you guys right now."

He left the room, leaving Steve and Bruce to smile in amusement, especially as Clint looked terribly confused. After all, he had just been trying to help in the situation, but he sometimes forgot that Tony did enjoy his dramatics every so often.

"Was it something I said?"

"Who cares?" Natasha said as she brushed by him. "All I want to know is what's for dinner before we start going over all of this HYDRA business again. I haven't eaten all day and since I had to fight Clint to get him out of his bed I worked up quite an appetite."

It was Steve that looked over in the direction of Clint with a raised brow. " You were still in bed at four o'clock in the afternoon?"

"Yeah, what else was I supposed to be doing?"

Apparently, Clint had the easiest time among the group going to sleep and staying asleep. When he wasn't given a task, it seemed he just enjoyed the comfort of his apartment, doing whatever he could to relax, which seemed so out of the ordinary for everyone else around him that failed to really simmer down. Steve didn't have much to say against it. If that was how Clint wanted to spend his time, who was he to judge? After all, when they needed him, Clint always rose to the occasion, ready to fight or do what he had to do.

"Well," Steve said turning his attention back to Natasha and her previous question, " I don't care what's for dinner as long as it's not Shawarma. I got a nasty stomach ache from it last time."

"How about pizza?" Bruce chimed in. " It was just my luck that I got a coupon for a free one the other day. I mean, not that we need it but hey, it helps, right?"

Clint sat down on one of the cushions that had been pushed to the floor. "I'm always down for pizza."

Everyone else seemed to be in agreement, with the exception of Tony, that pizza sounded like a good option. But as Bruce opened up his wallet, they couldn't help but noticed the frown that quickly developed on his face.

"What's wrong?" Natasha asked him first.

"My coupon," he said, " I can't find it and I swear it was in here."

No one seemed upset over losing the chance at a free pizza, just as long as the order was being placed. But Bruce knew he was awfully careful about placing things and he hadn't really removed anything from his wallet, everything else seemed to be in place, so how was that the only thing that was misplaced?

On the other side of the city, Kit had just woken up to the loud sound of construction that seemed never-ending outside of her building. She groaned as the sounds of drilling pierced her ears, leaving her to cover her head with her blanket for a moment. But it did nothing, forcing her to face the reality that it was time to get up.

As she kicked off her blanket and lifted her head, there was nothing attractive about the line of drool that webbed from her mouth to the pillow. Using the sleeve of her pyjama shirt, Kit wiped her mouth and then pushed herself to the edge of her bed.

To the right of her, she could see that it was already past four in the afternoon, heading into the early evening hours. She had wasted a whole day sleeping, leaving her with limited hours of sunlight left. With a slow push, Kit was up on her feet, shuffling to the small bathroom that was attached to her bedroom.

She came to stand in front of her mirror to look herself over and was not pleased with the sight. "Ugh, I look like shit!"

The late nights were taking a toll on her appearance, she could see it from the dark bags that were starting to form under her eyes. She could have easily bothered with putting on some makeup and getting herself fully dressed, but she really didn't feel like it at the time. After a successful sale of the Rolex, she could definitely afford to look like crap for one day. Usually, she kept up with her appearance in order to appear approachable to people. Made it easier for her to snag something off of them because if she looked a mess, people went out of their way to avoid her.

" I'm not going to even bother fussing," she muttered to herself as she grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste. If anything, she was going to treat herself to a nice meal and relax for the day.

Once her breath was minty fresh, she switched out her pyjamas for sweatpants and sweater. She grabbed her keys off the countertop and made her way out the door for the day.

The building was full of noise, leaving her to flinch every so often whether it was doors slamming to other apartments, or the loud banging coming from the construction. It was going to give her a headache unless she got out of there quickly. Hurrying down the stairs, Kit practically raced outside and started hurrying down the sidewalk to place as much distance between her and the noise.

But it was the city, it was loud wherever she went, whether it was sirens, people yelling back and forth to each other across the street or a random dog barking. However, even among all the noise, it was easy for Kit to pick up the sound of distress especially as it bounced off the walls of an alleyway that she had been passing. Her ears almost picked up on it instantly, leaving her to come to a full stop and turn her head, only to catch a glimpse of a girl.

A teenager with her legs drawn to her chest, hiding in the midsts of the shadows of the building. It wasn't hard to see that she had been crying as the sides of her face were wet, leaving Kit to glance around. No one seemed to be running around, in search of her, people just walked along minding their own business.

"Hey, kid!" Kit called out to her, only to have the girl quickly wipe her face and jump to her feet.

She looked ready to run but Kit was blocking her only path of escape, leaving her to look extremely nervous.

"Whoa, easy there," Kit said, holding up her hands, " I'm not going to hurt you. I was just trying to see if you were alright. What's wrong?"

"Nothing! Leave me alone!"

Kit could have easily moved aside, she could have carried on with the rest of her day, minding her business, but at the same time, she couldn't just leave the girl in such a state. For a moment, she found a younger version of herself staring back at her, her guard up, ready to take flight or fight if necessary, when in reality, all she ever really wanted was a helping hand.

"If you don't leave me alone, I'm going to scream for help!" the girl threatened but Kit wasn't willing to give up so easily.

"Go ahead," she challenged her right back, " I'll be gone before anyone even shows up and they'll only ask you even more questions then. Look, I'm only trying to help here, okay? I'll give you two options. One, you can sit here in the alleyway and cry for whatever reason, or you can come join me and grab some food. My treat."

The girl seemed rather hesitant at first, probably going over the most important rule drilled into one's head as a child, never talk to strangers and certainly, never go any place with them. However, Kit promised that she would walk ahead, rather than behind the girl and she could choose where they ate so that it was a well-populated area if it made her feel safer. Eventually, the girl gave in, calling out the name of a cafe where they could sit.

When they arrived, Kit allowed her to order anything she wanted as promised and the two of them chose a table by the window, sitting amongst a group of adults, sitting and typing away on their laptops.

"So you're not some paedophile, are you?" the girl asked her, only to make Kit laugh before shaking her head.

"You don't have to sound disappointed," Kit said, " that's a good thing remember. I was only insistent on you coming here because I didn't want to leave a crying girl in the alleyway. What would you have done?"

"I would have kept walking."

Kit made a face, surprised by such a response even though she shouldn't have been. " Glad to see you're the compassionate type."

"And what are you? Some kind of saint?"

If there were a God and Kit had answered yes, he would have swooped one hand down from the heavens just to smack her. Fortunately, Kit knew very well that she wasn't a saint, not even close.

"Far from it," she said, " but every once in a while, I like to do a few good things for other people."

"To build karma points for yourself?"

"Pfft, Karma points," Kit scoffed to herself, " if that was such a thing, I'm in the negatives. I'd have to be a part of something a lot greater from here on out to at least get to one."

The girl looked her over once more before giving a slight shrug of her shoulders. " You don't look like a bad person, to me."

"Weren't you the one thinking that I might have been a paedophile just a few minutes ago?"

"I know, but, you don't look like you would be a bad person."

It was somewhat flattering to hear that Kit didn't come across as a bad person, left her feeling a small spurt of joy for the time being. However, she wished she could say that she was a good person.

"Looks can be deceiving, kid, trust me."

"So, are you a bad person then?"

"No."

Kit could give herself a bit more credit than being labelled as just bad.

"So, that would make you a good person."

"Nope."

"Then what are you?"

"I guess I haven't figured it out yet."

She never did get the girl's name, never did figure out what had caused to end up in an alleyway crying, but at least she had left with a smile on her face when their time came to an end. As she left the cafe, Kit lingered behind, still going over what they had discussed earlier about karma and whether she was a good person or a bad person. Stealing was bad, but helping others was a good thing.

She knew there were other ways to help people, but part of her couldn't resist the rush she felt when she set herself up for a task to take something. It was a strong compulsion and the bigger the target, the more excited she became. Maybe it wasn't her purpose in life, but it gave Kit something to do.

So far, in just a short time alone, she had been able to outsmart the likes of Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, it made her feel better. A girl that came from a limited education, able to fool some of the greatest minds. That was the rush she was looking for and she was going to run with it while she could.

Leaving the cafe finally, Kit already had an itch to find her next target, and as her eyes began scanning the crowd of people, she couldn't believe her luck when they settled on one person in particular.

"Bingo."