Being Run Ragged

Ch. 9 Fudgsicles, I feel like a kid!

A/N: Remember Kat can pick up Mjolnir so Thor will act a bit OOC around her for reasons I will explain later. Poor Bucky still doesn't quite understand his 'feelings' about Kat, other than his almost extreme need to protect her, but he will try to act normally around the other members of the team. The image is close to how I imagine Kat being carried like a child.  As always these are (Katriona's Thoughts, HER SHOUTING THOUGHTS), 'Emphasis of a word', and *sounds*.

With all that said she set my travel bag down and left me alone in the room. I finally took a look around me and my brain practically screamed at me. (LITTLE! Whats 'little' about this giant room? I know I'm short, but I feel like I stepped into Alice's wonderland. Everything in here looks like its Hulk-sized. Seriously, even the bed is huge, I bet its custom made.) I scooted to the edge of the bed and peering over, if I get off the bed without hurting myself, it's so tall, I'll need some help to get back onto it. So rather than go through the hassle of asking for assistance to get back onto this monstrosity of a bed. I decided to just change on top of it and worry about cleaning up in the morning. I asked Friday to shut the lights off and set a wake-up alarm so I could make breakfast for everyone on time. I snuggled down into the very soft bedding, that was almost too comfortable for me. I struggled for a bit, trying to fall asleep, but eventually just dozed off.

"Miss Sinclair it's fifteen minutes after seven in the morning, the time you asked to be gotten up."

" Miss Sinclair it's well past the time you requested me to wake you, you asked me to set an alarm for you."

"Miss Sinclair if you do not respond, I shall be forced to contact one of the team members residing near your room." I could hear, as I faded in and out of sleep, I was so tired that I just couldn't work up the energy to respond to the voice. The sound of nearby doors banging open followed by another one slightly nearer barely registered when a sudden shift of the warm fluffiness I was curled up in is what scared me into opening my bleary eyes swiftly. (Celery sticks! Someone broke into my apartment! What the rice crispy treats, where am I? Huh, is that Bucky and look there's Steve! Oh ya, that's right, that's what happened last night.) I looked up at Bucky sheepishly smiling at him, while shooting a small wave at Steve, before saying, "Uh, Good morning, Bucky. Morning, Steve."

Bucky just scowled a bit at Kat's apparent well being, after Friday had knocked a few years off of him, while stating that 'Miss Sinclair was not responding to her,' he hadn't listened to the rest of what Friday was saying just rushing over to see what was wrong with 'his' little malyshka doll. He felt that he had to protect her, it was almost like Winter's programming had taken over him, nothing else had mattered but protecting the target. He had swiftly assessed the situation as he entered the room and seeing she was only sleeping if a bit oddly curled into a ball on top of the nest of pillows and covers, he then slumped onto the edge of the bed in relief. Steve felt his worry lessen once he saw she was fine, after overhearing what Friday had said to his friend, he nearly had heart palpitations again, at the thought that the little lady wasn't in as good a condition, as they had thought last night. The two of them sighed and smiled a little at her sheepish good mornings to them before they said their good mornings in sleep roughened voices.

I felt so awkward with the two men seeing me in such a state of dishevelment so I cleared my throat before saying, "Sorry um... could the two of you wait a bit, uh... before I start breakfast for everyone? I kinda' didn't feel like cleaning up last night, you know, after all, that had happened." The only response I got from the two of them was confused looks and shrugs, so I thought for a moment before saying in a patient tone, "I was trying to say I need a bit of privacy to freshen up, before I will be ready for the day." they both had looks of understanding flash across their faces, Steve blushed brightly as he said, "Oh, we uh... we'll be getting out of your way then. Sorry 'bout that ma'am!" He darted out of the doorway still blushing to the roots of his sandy blond hair.