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Life is a trap but why should it be bad?
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Since our excurse to Kamar Taj two months had passed. I had told Steve and Stark about my nightly trip after not getting just one more second of sleep back in the house we'd stayed in. They were angry with me because I'd wandered about in the night without them but that had been that and we'd flown back home.

Back there Steve and I had grown more distant because I'd started to lock myself in, trying to come to a conclusion about my life and death. I stayed like this for about two weeks until Nat had kicked my door in, Jaromir refused to chase her off and a serious conversations, tears and hugs.

After that things went uphill.

I worked hard on combat training and became well known as the woman who walked her tiger on a makeshift leash through New York with a bunch of bodyguards protecting her.

But it was New York and New York just gets used to things.

I started talking to Steve again, we worked things out and were back to being best buddies.

Right now I was sitting on the highest platform of the Avengers tower, wrapped up in my favourite blanket (which I had taken to carrying around the tower at all times by just wrapping it around my shoulders), with Jaromir at my feet, curled up on a blanket that looked exactly like mine but was smaller (Tony had found that funny but J loved it and had taken to carrying the thing around at all times too by scooping it up with his mouth), just like your average dog and Fury on a chair next to me, sadly without a blanket but with his beloved black leather coat.

The cool autumn air was hitting our faces violently, a storm in the making. There was no dramatic hair blowing though because Fury was still bald and I had kept my hair nice and short and died it a light turquoise.

"So, what do you think?" , asked Fury.

I blinked, considering the offer he had made me just moments ago.

Just do it, recommended J at my feet. His thoughts were accompanied by a quiet crackling noise. That was due to Stark having tried to build a device that could make the tiger's thoughts audible for all. He'd failed, obviously. But he hadn't bothered to remove the collar he'd attached around Jaromir's throat that held the device.

"What does he think?" , asked Fury, nodding in the tiger's direction. I grinned.

People had accepted that J was a living, thinking thing some time ago and started treating him like it. I always had to be around to function as a sort of translator of course but still, it was a big step.

Stark and J got along pretty well. I put it down to the sarcasm level they both kind of shared (J claimed that that was my fault though. The sarcasm thing).

"He tells me to just do it" , I explained to Fury, pulling the blanket a little tighter.

"I recommend listening to him. If you say no we'll have to relocate you. You can't stay here forever, you know" , threatened the head of S.H.I.E.L.D.

I just chuckled.

"No, you wouldn't, as you put it, relocate me. I was right about the S.H.I.E.L.D. thing. And if I'm not with you I'd be a danger to you, so ..." , I stated. I'd really grown in confidence these past few weeks.

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