i'm the hero. i'm just in time.

Kitty had spent her morning catching up on paperwork at the bar- something she felt like no one else ever said ever- and then on her way back home, swung out to pick up a pizza.

Look, hard work deserved pizza, okay?

"Honey, I'm home," she called as she phased through the door like normal. (Seriously, why would she ever use a door.)


[For the hubby!]

After radio, Kitty had wandered around for a little bit, trying to see what she could take care of in town, and found that it was actually more insane than she'd seen just going to the radio station. Once she'd confused the hell out of an angry bear by not being tangible enough for it to charge at her, she figured it was time for a break. And maybe a chance to look up which bears you were supposed to play dead around and which ones you were supposed to climb trees for, or whatever, and how you told them apart. Fighting people, she was awesome at that. Dinosaurs were old hat. Bears were new.

And since she was nearby, Kitty decided to check in with/on her boyfriend by poking her head through the front door. "Clint?"


[Guess who it's for. Just guess.]