"The word is out...you're doin' wrong...gonna lock you up....before too long..."

Between treating Rob to breakfast, a night out on the town and whatever was left being donated to whoever was in need that Kit came across, Kit's spending fund was running on empty. With a billionaire's watch in her possession, the only logical thing to do was sell it. She didn't need something on her wrist worth a couple of thousand dollars to tell time. Every watch or clock pretty much worked the same, only differing by a minute or so.

But she was still riding the high of her victory, being able to snag the watch off of Tony Stark's wrist, Kit was in a definite celebratory mood as she danced around her apartment the next morning. There wasn't a bit of music playing but it certainly wasn't needed as Kit had the song stuck in her head.

Reenacting the music video to "Bad" in the comfort of her apartment seemed to be a good way to start off the morning. By no means did she execute any of the dance moves as well as Michael Jackson, grabbing her package or rather, lack of it, didn't seem to have the same appeal as the King of Pop, but it was fun no less to make aggressive faces.

"You know I'm bad, I'm bad, come on, you know," she continued singing as she pulled on her clothing attire for the day, " and the whole world has to....answer right now...just to tell you once again..."

Deciding to end her dramatics with an equally fun ending, Kit slid across her small kitchen floor in just her socks before whipping around and holding an old plastic spork as her microphone.

"Who's bad?"

With a laugh, Kit snatched up the watch off the kitchen counter, replacing the spork, as she looked over her little prize. Of course, she couldn't just bring it to the local pawn shop and sell it, as sketchy as the place was, they liked to ask plenty of questions to save their own asses. If there was any word that it belonged to a billionaire that could come after them, they were going to sell her out as quick as they possibly could.

Which was why she was going to turn to the internet, by the time Tony Stark noticed his watch was gone and put the connection of "Carol Collins" it would be long out of her hands.

"Guess we're going to the library today."

Finishing up her morning routine and slipping on her shoes, Kit was ready to leave, stepping outside of her dingy apartment to catch the landlord that was eyeing her up and down. She internally rolled her eyes, knowing very well that he was taking the time to judge her when in reality she was judging him for the lack of upkeep around the apartment building.

There was nothing luxurious about public housing in lower Manhattan and yet people were paying the equivalent of mortgage payments for nothing. Many times, Kit questioned why she remained in the city, long after O'Malley was gone, she wasn't doing herself any favours by staying there. But the city was familiar and part of her just couldn't let that go.

"Miss Frederick," Mr Gibson called to her after a moment," do you have your rent money?"

Of course, Miss Amelia Frederick was just another alias that Kit used, making it harder for people to find her if they were looking. And the apartment building she lived in wasn't one with the cleanest hands, but they asked the least amount of questions. And they accepted cash, which meant no trail left behind.

"As a matter of fact, Mr Gibson, I do," she said, digging into her back pocket and pulling out an envelope. It was the last bit of her money, which made the urgency of selling the watch a bit more glaring. "Six hundred and fifty, it's all in there."

He took the envelope from her and as if he didn't believe that it was all in there as she said, he opened it and started counting through the money. As Kit had stated, the money was all there and after counting through it, he gave a dismissing grunt before stepping aside and allowing her to pass by.

Throwing on her coat, Kit skipped down the several flights of stairs before making her way to the door that led to the outside. It took several special jiggles of the handle, not to mention ramming her shoulder into the door, to get it to finally open. And finally, she was exposed to the bright light and cold air before she headed out, finishing up her song to enjoy her time.

"We can change the world tomorrow...this could be a better place...If you don't like what I'm sayin'...then won't you slap my face..."

There were plenty of libraries within the city to choose from, but Kit had a slight preference to Mid-Manhattan Library. All she wanted to remember from her childhood before O'Malley was how she would bring herself to the library to enjoy the designated story time that took place in the late afternoon. Rather than going home directly after school, she would carry herself to the library, sitting close with certain families to blend it and enjoy whatever was being read that day.

Her parents never noticed her late arrival home, unless they had desperately wanted her to do something and she wasn't around at the time. But that was rare and they usually forgot about their request by the time she arrived at their apartment.

Of course, over the years the library had gone through some renovations, becoming more modern in appearance to lure people in, but it was still somewhat the same for Kit. As long as they kept their computers, they could keep her business.

She kept the watch close, after logging into one of the library computers as she started looking up the hopeful pricing she could get for it. Thankfully, among her many fake identities, it didn't matter what she used to log onto the computer, it wouldn't be traced back to her. At the library, she was usually Diana Springs, who lived in Upper Manhattan and worked as some sort of secretary for some random business. Not that anyone really asked, but if they did, she always had a story and a back-up story ready.

Sitting back in the chair, she couldn't help but smile as she looked at the standard runnings of the watch going into the thousands. eBay was usually her go-to place, however, with something as pricey, that would more than likely spark some suspicion as well. There were plenty of bidding sites that weren't exactly home to the most reliable and morally righteous. Meaning, they didn't ask questions and Kit didn't have to provide answers.

She had been so involved in finding the "right" buyer that she hadn't noticed that someone had been watching her for quite some time. When she eventually looked up, all the while humming herself, she glanced over to see the gentleman at the computer next to her. He apparently seemed to be waiting on a response from her, but Kit hadn't even heard him speak.

"I'm sorry," she said with a slight blush, " did you say something?"

The man straightened himself, his brown eyes averting away in a shy manner. " I was just admiring your watch," he told her, " I was going to warn you that you might not want to keep it out like that. There are some shady people around here unfortunately, they might get the wrong idea in their head and try to take it."

Oh, if only you knew, she thought to herself before offering a small smile. "Thank you," she said, " it probably wouldn't be the worst thing if someone took it off my hands. It belonged to my father and at this point, I'm just trying to get rid of it."

Curiosity got the best of him at that moment, his brows nearly knitting together as his expression softened. "Really, why?"

"We didn't have the greatest relationship," Kit said, the first bit of truth to leave her mouth in quite some time, " and it's just best if I didn't have anything that doesn't remind me of him."

"I'm so sorry," he quickly blurted out, " I didn't mean to pry I just...I know what you mean, my father wasn't the greatest either, but it wasn't any of my business. So I'm sorry for sticking my nose where it didn't belong-"

"No, it's alright," Kit reassured him, " I know it probably looks bad, doesn't it?"

It wasn't her intention of milking her innocence any further, but it didn't hurt either. After all, she didn't need the focus to be on the watch anymore.

He shook his head, gave a slight wave of his hands. "No, no, not at all. It just caught my eye because a very good friend of mine has a watch that looks similar to it."

Kit shifted a bit to ease the nerves that had suddenly washed over her. New York City was home to some of the richest, but not everyone was rolling around with such a Rolex attached to their wrist. She was hoping that her luck wasn't running out but she knew better not to rely on luck but rather skills.

Aww, he's a shy one, she thought, noting how he didn't make eye contact for very long if at all when he spoke. So to play it to her advantage, she turned completely in her seat to face him head-on.

"I'm Diana Springs," she introduced herself after offering her hand. He reached out and took it, his hands rough but gentle as he held hers.

"Bruce Banner," he said, his voice cracking at his surname before he coughed, " sorry."

The name sounded extremely familiar and it would only take a few moments before she figured out who she was sitting across from. But for the time being, she always enjoyed a little conversation and company.

"You know, Bruce," she began, " I come to this library an awful lot, especially throughout the years, and I don't think I've seen you around here before. Are you new to the area?"

"Uh, not really," he said, " but I normally don't come to the library. There's no need for it when you have the internet these days, but sometimes, you just need to get out to clear your mind. I don't know why I came to the library, maybe it was out of comfort."

"A bottle of scotch couldn't help?"

He shook his head again, stifling a small laugh. " Alcohol never did anything good for me in my life, whether it was my father's temper or my own."

Part of her came to regret bringing up the topic in the first place, only using it as a tension breaker. An awkward silence seemed to loom over them for a moment, Bruce taking it upon himself to look away once more.

" Hold still," she said leaning closer to him, " you've got a lint fuzzy on you and it's driving me mad."

Before Bruce could even react, Kit was already leaning forward and pulling it off of him. And when she was finished, she flicked it off to the side before returning back to her own computer work. He seemed to be stunned by the simple gesture as he sat quietly for a moment or so before he cleared his throat again.

"Would you mind watching my things?" he asked. "I need to get some water, this place is drying my throat out."

"Of course."

Muttering a quick "thank you" under his breath, Bruce quickly pushed himself up from his chair and left the area, leaving Kit alone. She sat there for a split second before pulling out his wallet that she snagged earlier. She opened it up and went through his cards, trying to see if there was anything she liked to claim as hers.

A worn out badge from Culver University that nearly faded to white and only a bit of pocket change. For someone that was cleared a level eight in Bioscience, she wasn't sure if he really could be said to be broke, but more than likely, he just wasn't carrying money on him. It was a smart move, it just wasn't great for Kit's situation. But she wasn't one to be easily deterred as she continued her search.

"A dry cleaner coupon from 1998," she said to herself, " holy shit...hey! A pizza coupon and it's still good! For one large pizza with any topping, sweet. I know what's for dinner tonight."

Glancing up to see if Bruce was on his way back and as he came around the corner, she quickly lowered her hands to her lap and clicked away on her computer, humming to herself again.

"Alright, I'm back," he announced, taking his seat again.

"And your stuff is safe."

She could have kicked herself for lying to him, especially when he flashed her another smile. However, before guilt kicked in, she took a quick look in the direction of the time stamped in the corner of the computer before jumping up to her feet.

"Crap! Is that the real time?!" she started gathering her things as Bruce looked to the time and then back at her. "I'm so late right now, I lost complete track of time!"

"No too late, I hope," Bruce said, " I didn't mean to keep you."

"Don't be silly, it's not your fault at all," she said walking behind his chair, "oh, Bruce!"

She bent over and picked up his wallet off the ground before holding it out to him. " I think you dropped this."

He looked it over before quickly taking it from her hand, looking very relieved. " Thank you so much, that would not have been good!"

"No, it wouldn't have, you have a nice day."

"You do the same."

The same evening, Kit found herself in the comfort of her apartment, her feet propped up on the coffee table with a pizza box sitting in her lap. She had been watching a novella on Telemundo that she didn't understand but it was dramatic enough to keep her attention. However, as it went to commercial, she looked around her apartment and realised just how quiet everything was. Most times, Kit didn't mind being alone, she figured it was best not to get attached to anyone after O'Malley, but some days she craved some positive human interaction.

Picking up another slice of pizza to silence her thoughts, she held it up to look it over. "I don't need anyone, pizza, only you. You're the only who gets me."

Taking a bite, she quickly came to regret it all as it burned the roof of her mouth. " Argh! Sweet fucking shit! That's fucking hot!"

Jumping over the back of the couch, Kit made her way to the small kitchen to grab some water from the sink. It didn't do much to help right away but after guzzling back the entire glass, she slammed it back down on the counter.

"Okay, okay, I know I deserved. Karma's a bitch but I'm a bigger one so it was bound to come back to bite, but damn."

Her eyes travelled back to the pizza box that was left on the couch before frowning.

"Pizza, I thought what we had was special."