OH SHIT

Kate was tired before she got to the safehouse. Long flight from Los Angeles aside, she just found New York very cramped. There was also some mixup when she was trying to find stable lodgings, despite Clint's assurances that the Avengers totally have safehouses, people use them all the time! As she found out over the phone, no they don't. She asked if she could stay in the tower or mansion or whatever the hell they were using, but Iron Man's explanation of where they were staying at the moment was dizzying. He asked if she wanted to be in space in a very, "Oh you can come too!" Tone of voice. Suffice to say, she missed the west coast. Missed her team.

When she opened the door to the shitty little apartment, all she wanted was to find a bed and crash. Her face dropped when she saw the interior, covered in empty boxes and crumbs, looking as though it had been ransacked by wild animals. "You've gotta be kidding me..." she mumbled through a yawn, feeling exhausted as though she had cleaned the room already. Weirdly, it didn't smell as bad as she thought. Despite the food left scattered everywhere and the coarse hair that was stuck in the carpet, there was an earthy sweet smell that lingered in the air. Like a floral version of body odour. She shuffled in, consumed by the peculiar scent and general destruction of the entryway. "Fuck it." She grunted, shrugging her bags onto the floor, kicking the door closed, and letting her posture drop into a slouch in the same motion. She shuffled through the hallway, nudging the door to the hall closet, closing it fully. She flopped into the bed, and in the moments before sleep claimed her she noted that the bed was thick with the aroma that pervaded the rest of the apartment.

The Mandrill was scared shitless. He had ducked into the closet in the hallway, which did not leave him with a great vantage point for whoever was in the entryway. He heard someone say something quietly, unable to discern whether the voice was male or female. He creaked the door open just a crack, giving him a sliver of a view. He heard a thud and his blood went cold, until he realized it was just luggage as it rolled into view. A tall brunette woman walked along, exhaustion visible in her gait. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail with purple-lensed sunglasses pushed up onto her forehead. He was scrutinizing her face and trying to figure out who he was looking at when she slid the closet door closed. He panicked briefly, before realizing that if she saw him she would've had a much bigger reaction. His mind was still hard at work when he heard her thump softly onto the mattress. The one mattress. He quickly realized how terrible his position in the closet was, the ache it created in his back and the cramp that was tightening its grip on his knees. He fumbled for the flip phone he had in the pocket of his bathrobe, and dialed the only number he had saved inside.