The life of a Hawk

Teen Titans (1564)

"What's your deal?" Lila said from the other side of the couch which Kate was seated on watching Teen Titans.

To be fair she was partially watching it and partially dosing off because she has watched season one teen titans so often that she can recite nearly every line Raven has. Plus season one was boring as fuck especially episode eight but this kid just kept insisting on watching it.

Lila probably liked how miserable it made Kate - so she sat there with her cosy little purple blanket that Laura gave her for Christmas - snuggled up on the couch and practically squealed her way through episodes one to eight with Pizza dog on her right not even wanting to move once. Mind you eight episodes times 20 minutes each was two hours and 40 minutes.

Yea. The agony. The pain.

She sat trough nearly three hours of Teen Titans squealing in her seat. Flexing her muscles every two minutes - having chopped down her fingernails to barely there within half an hour and counted everything she could find sorting it in groups and categories. Like four forks and two spoons were cutlery but with the six cups on the table it was all kitchen stuff.

And she did that bullshit for every fucking single thing she could see. Of course, she was going crazy but she couldn't just ask Lila to switch to a later season. She already asked once and hell rained down on her. Plus this was kind of like Lila's house. She wanted to have everything under control and know what everyone was doing - like the perfectionist older sibling with the only exception that she was fifteen (and narcissistic) and not at all the oldest here.

Creepy much.

Even Cooper (same age as Kate might I add) - who was two years older than her - couldn't stand her but right now Kate didn't want any stupid fight with Clint Barton's wonna be suck up - pick me daddy - daughter.

Plus her injuries wouldn't let her leave even if she wanted to. Having a rib cracked and three broken was kind of a little bit more painful than you would expect. And everything in her begged her to go to sleep - wanted to rest - damn she felt like she had no energy at all but at the same time she felt so restless and hyperactive while everything in her hurt.

Every time she would doze off either Lila threw a pillow at her and couldn't stop laughing by how disoriented and alert Kate was or dreams and memories of blood and gunshots wrecked her brain making her jolt awake only to be followed by more pain in her torso and shoulder.

"I am not sure, I understand the question." she said carefully choosing her words as they came out as some sort of weird one word one sentence type of thing. Where the fucking this this come from? What's her deal? How is someone supposed to answer to that?

"You slept with my dad didn't you?" Lila said

"What?? Gross." Kate stared at Lila. Slept with who now? Clint? Huh? Where did she get that? They were literally watching a superhero show about some kids kicking villain ass. Lila just glared at her. If eyes could kill she would be dying a slow and agonizing death right now by the way this little bastard tried to stare her down.

But well - eyes couldn't kill and even if they could, they were no match for what Fisk and her mother did to her.

"Why would you-?"

"He smiles more." Lila cut her off. How was that something bad though? Didn't Lila want her dad to be happy?

Before she could say something Lila beat her to it.

"He smiles more. He is happier." she let out a weird huff with like an evil smile filled with hatred. Yea Kate has read enough enemies to lovers to know what a smiled filled with hatred looked like. Sue her for being a gay little bean with unrealistic fantasies.