Reality Crisis

Bruce had patched what he could of the roof. The places he knew that had been leaking for sure, and the rest...well, that would have to wait until the next heavy rainfall to see. The roof itself had been no easy task. Lucky for the petite scientist there was a small ladder in the attic and a pallet of old, worn out shingles. But at least the house wouldn't spring a leak between now and whenever it rained again. He hoped.

It was hard to fix a roof without all of the proper material. One couldn't simply venture down to the hardware store and get supplies. No, this wasn't that easy unfortunately. But Bruce managed.

He left the task of the windows to Evey, figuring she would get to them when she was ready. Bruce had been up long before she had, and he had no care to wake her from what he supposed was much needed sleep. He couldn't fathom doing that to anyone, especially someone that needed it, and so he left her to wake when she was ready.

Now, Bruce was in the small kitchen area.

He was doing what he could to wash what little dishes they had. The floor by the hearth was void of blankets, each neatly folded and tucked away on a chair so they wouldn't get any dirtier than necessary. His own bedclothes that he utilized when sleeping on the couch were also folded neatly and put out of the way. Despite his upbringing Bruce tried to remain relatively tidy. His lab had been a mess, but that wasn't a place where most people were on a daily basis and he was sharing this space with another.

A hum, something soft and unidentifiable left his lips as he worked, washing the coffee mugs and any plates or bowls they may have used to eat from. He didn't like leaving Evey extra things to do. She seemed burdened by bigger things than dirty dishes, thus Bruce managed to keep the small things off of her mind and out of the way.

The list in the living room was slowly diminishing. He had also opened cabinet doors in the bathroom and kitchen to keep the pipes from freezing, and took efforts on that part as well to keep the house as warm as possible. Maybe it was a little too domestic for his tastes, but you made due when you had to. And he definitely didn't have much of a choice.

After Hulk's appearance fighting dinosaurs made of snow, Kate thought would be safer to put some distance between herself and Hulk's mild mannered half. The hierarchy of leadership in this new settlement still wasn't clear to Kate, and until assurances could be made that Bruce and Hulk would be accepted, it was better not to give away Bruce's secret.

Talia might suspect, Kate thought. Kate mentioned a scientist and might have come off as a touch too protective. There was also Selina. Maybe no one would suspect. The young Hawkeye would just have to wait things out.

And pick out a different house.

Kate spotted a two story with a balcony, which she liked the idea of. It was impossible for her to tell, just by looking, if the wood was still good and would hold her weight, but she decided to check it out. Also, it was starting to become a pain lugging all her stuff. Pizza Dog, also known as Lucky, followed happily behind Kate, sniffing at her heels.

"Hello?" Kate called. It looked like someone might have come in before her. "There room for one more?"

Before Captain America gave her the name Hawkeye, one of her teammates joked that she should be called Weapon Woman. Judging by the quivers, the sword, the bo staff, fancy tactical belt and her very nice superhero grade bow, the moniker wasn't far off.

Also apparent: Kate really liked the color purple.