- Thu Jan 19, 2017 10:09 pm
She tapped her finger on her forearm. She bit her fingernails--until she realized she'd tried to kick that nasty habit, and she decided to chew on her lip instead. Katarina had been pacing for a little bit, trying to call Matt every once in a while, still trying to tell herself to stop being the clingy girlfriend. He hadn't been to the office in a couple of days--even though the building was only on a voluntary shift for most weekends. Of course she'd opted in for more work but she spent half of the time worrying that Matt hadn't called her back or even sent a voice memo to let her know he was alright. Kat couldn't ask Klaus either, things were still...weird.
Instead of being a worrywart, Katarina just changed down into a sports bra and dri-fit pants. She laced up her shoes and threw the length of her blond hair into a ponytail, and made her way down to the garage to spar. Sadly, Wayne had cancelled on her since he had a hot date with one of the girls from IT he'd been nervously courting for the last three months, so she'd let it slide. She was actually proud her hermit of a cousin was getting out there in the world, and on a date no less. William was busy holed up in his room, studying for exams so she didn't bother asking him for help either. Her hands were wrapped with tape quickly, a technique she'd learned to complete in a timely fashion--quite possibly with her eyes closed now--since she'd been doing it for so long. Tony taught her, when he used to be her sparring partner.
For a little while, she stretched, practiced her form and then moved on to the punching bag, so she could feel resistance against her punches. She breathed out and exerted energy and a soft grunt as she landed each punch, focusing on two single points of the bag. Head. Head. Gut. Then again, Gut. Gut. Head. Katarina threw and elbow in there every once in a while for a variation combo, then moved on to kicks, front, side, spinning, jumping. She'd knocked the bag off its chain one night, and she was sure her combos were going to knock it off of there again, but she stopped just short of delivering a heavy punch when her car alarm started blaring. She sighed, grabbing her keys from the counter in the kitchen and opened the garage door, only to see the blinking lights of her car flashing at her, disorienting her some.
After a couple of failed attempts at hitting the button to turn off the alarm, she squinted in the dim light and saw a figure of someone slouched over beside the passenger door. "Hello?" She wandered closer. Unarmed. Oh, she could already hear Calloway yelling at her. "Hey..."
Dark glasses...dark hair--that face...
"Matt!? Oh my God, Matt..." She looked around, to see if anyone was with him, but he was alone, and in terrible shape. "Hey, hey--Matt, come on..." She put her hand on his cheek to see if he would respond, already working to get him to put his arm over her shoulder so she could help him inside.