Nothing but trouble

Do you share, Sergeant?

After her and Loki's stairwell moment Katherine ran to her brother's for a little while needing to put a little distance between them after such a heavy talk. That and she needed to expell her pent up energy. She also needed to remind herself that Mathew was okay now and to have a conversation with him about what was going on with a certain god of Mischief and herself. Her brother had a much more forgiving nature then she did, but that didn't mean he would be happy with her sleeping with the man who destroyed his life. Sitting in her brother's apartment with his fiancé Savannah next to him she explained, in very simple terms, what happened.

Sitting back in his wheelchair Mathew crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head to the left looking her over with a mixture of shock, and disbelief. "So let me get this straight. Last night after hooking up with Natasha, which believe me I want to know more about, you hooked up with Loki. The man you almost quit the Avengers for. You almost killed the guy the day you met, and have been avoiding him ever since, but suddenly you're ripping each other's clothes off and–"

"That's pretty much the long and the short of it." She interrupted by speaking louder than him. God it sounded so much worse when it was spoken out loud like that. There was no way Matt was going to forgive or understand what was going on with her and Loki. This was just one huge complicated mess.

Sharing a confused look with Savannah, Mathew looks back at his sister. "And you're telling me this because you want to brag?"

"What? No! I'm telling you because I want to be honest with you. After what he did to you I feel like shit for sleeping with him. It feels like I betrayed you even if I did like it." She mumbled that last part but the other two heard it. Standing up Katherine began to pace restlessly across the small living room and back. "There's something about him that– I don't know, it's hard to describe. Like don't get me wrong the guy fucking irritates me to no end, but.." She shrugs, unable to put it into words groaning in frustration.

Leaning towards her to get her attention Savannah waved her back into seat. "You like him and clearly he likes you. I mean I'd be a little on the fence if my crush tried to kill me the moment we met, but to each their own." A gleam of light entered her hazel eyes as she looked from her fiancé to her future sister-in-law. "What about Bucky? Matt was telling me something about him asking him about you earlier this week." Katherine's eyes instantly swivel over to her brother in surprise before narrowing suspiciously. 

The surprise faded quickly when she remembered Bucky had ghosted her all week and then suddenly he'd kissed her like she was the last woman on Earth. "He did? When? What did he want to know? What exactly did you tell him, Mathew Emanuel Blake?" Holding up his hands to get her to calm down Matt shrugs before he frowns at her.

"No need to full name me, Katherine Marie Blake. I talked to Bucky when he walked me to my car that day and all I told him was the truth. That you were gun shy when it came to people, which everyone knows. As such I also told him that you don't go for traditional relationships, and to go after you if he really was interested and to not let you push him around." Driving his chair over he parked in front of her.

"What you do and who you do it with is not my concern unless they hurt you so if you want to be with Loki then I'll find a way to be okay with it. To be real, if it wasn't for that day that he came to earth I wouldn't have the family I do now." He says smiling at the small brunette who was smiling back at him from her spot on the couch.

Savannah Russo was a physical therapist, one that Tony had hired for her brother and they'd instantly fallen in love the moment they laid eyes on each other. In the short few months they'd met they knew they were each other's person and this week Mathew had proposed. Not going to lie Katherine had been a little leary of the woman at first, but she saw how happy Vannah made her brother and she couldn't help but like her too. She was a little loud sometimes, but in a good way, a life of the party kind of way. The feisty half Puerto Rican had been just what her brother needed to finally move past what he lost and move on.