Regrouping thoughts(Open)

[wateronthebrain]

It wasn't really that big of a deal that she was still figuring stuff out, right? Of course she was having some problems with her folks again which was really nothing new. She was used to them going between being okay parents and jerk-faces. That was fine she could deal with that. She knew just what buttons to press when it came to them.

Se still realizes that she needs to do something about her powers. Her fighting skills in her mind are to be mocked so hard. She's going to shape up when it comes to that because damn it she's a Sterling. Sterlings don't let things like this slide.

Only she has no idea how to start. Working on her powers or something else? She chews on her lip in thought while pacing around one of the living room areas trying to figure that out. She had way too much to work on if she wanted to even think of staying because she really didn't like the idea of putting people at risk.

That couldn't happen. No way. She'd just figure this out somehow.

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[enduring_pryde]

One thing Kitty had learned how to do very well during her tenure as SHIELD liaison was wrangle paperwork. It was never finished, but it was manageable. It saw forward motion, a perfect state of action and inaction. But thankfully, the mounds of paperwork she knew back home didn't exist here. She didn't think Stark would stand for that, either. And she definitely wouldn't complain about the massive decrease in paperwork.

She was nearly finished with her report when she decided that she needed more coffee, and possibly a little something to eat. She was hardly presentable for pleasant company in her oversized sweatshirt, leggings, socks, messy hair falling out of their pins, and glasses perched on her nose. But it was a Sunday and Stark had said to treat the mansion as her home. Leaving the paperwork behind Kitty left her office, dropping herself through the floor and into the living room, right into the path of Erin.

[lil_hulk]

Jay had just finished up with a training session set to a level for his human body to take. He was sweaty and shirtless with a towel around his neck. The only pieces of clothing he was actually wearing were his unstable molecule, purple shorts and a pair of sneakers.

He was not particularly paying attention to where he was going outside of toward his room.