The car keys landed in the bowl on the occasional table next to the door. She had left the car at the rim of the city and had taken the quicker way home: teleportation. Today her aim was just to keep her mind off of things. She hadn't checked the network and stayed away from most people. Katherine did not need the absence of a mother (may it be biological or adoptive) get rubbed into her. Her mood was foul, both begrudging her own actions which had cost her Holly's presence and that of her father which had been the catalyst for her mother's death.
Now with a bit of distance and fertilized by her bad mood, the anger over her father's recent approach to entertainment had returned. She wasn't angry at him on Peggy's behalf. It was self concern that directed her emotions. Everything he did affected her. His actions could cost her both her own life and that of her father. Why couldn't he realise that he was responsible for more than just himself? As much as she wanted to scream at him, she wouldn't. She feared to be pushed away and be banished from his life for her own sake. Something that was out of question for her.
With a sigh on her lips and a stern expression on her face, she approached the kitchen. Her uncles booming voice made her stop dead in her tracks. He had company? She wasn't in the mood for other people but curiosity held her in place. Who the fuck was here? Weren't the avengers off being disgustingly happy with their families?