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There was a two and a half-year-old at the bar tonight, because Clint was missing since last night and it was hard to find a babysitter when people and businesses kept disappearing. At least this was giving Kitty something to do besides worry.

Things like begging Lexi to sit in her chair and watch the cartoons that were on in the back room and stop wandering around, also please don't touch Tino, you don't know where he's been.

So yeah, she was worrying and also doing that.

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Even though the sense of relief that washed over Rosa when she walked into Caritas and saw Kitty behind the bar was palpable, she would straight up punch anyone who suggested that any such thing existed right in the stomach.

She'd taken trips to the pond for much less.

It was bad enough that Blackstone went and got her shop and herself disappeared that day (and before Rosa could get her all set up to be bait so they could try to see it in action, the nerve of that woman!); she didn't need to wind up losing....the person who got her beer on Tuesdays, too!

There was a moment at the door for Rosa to flinch away anything that might resemble emotions rolling through her before she went to the bar, like she normally would, slumped into her usual spot, and just say "So this is fun," by way of greeting.

Although, truth be told, she actually had really enjoyed working with Miguel on trying to piece together the details, even if the progress hadn't been as quick as she'd like, but she wasn't about to just admit to that, either.

"It's stupid and I hate it," Kitty told her.

"Daddy's in a hole," Lexi piped up from her seat, clearly not really understanding what that meant. She was more concerned with trying and failing to make her barstool turn.

"Better your dad than you, kid," said Rosa, with a faint snort.

What? She was a Fandom kid, she could probably handle hard truths, right? Although, really, how old was Lexi now? Was she five yet? She'd be fine.

Her eyes shifted from Lexi back to Kitty, though, a speculative lift of her eyebrow. "I heard on radio," she said, which...had been...interesting. "But not much else about it. You didn't happen to see it, by any chance, did you?"

Yeah, yeah, yeah, her best friend's husband was stuck in a hole, some people might lean toward compassion in that instance, but Rosa didn't really know what that was, and if there was anything to help get him out of that hole, she was going to go with that route.

"Nope. I was home with her," Kitty said. "Though chances are I could actually avoid a hole, so that's annoying."

"But could be useful," said the woman who might be a little more willing to try to sacrifice her own building if there was a good chance that the attempt might be able to just be avoided. "Tightpants and I have been trying to figure out exactly what's going on since yesterday. Leading theory is that it has something to do with those raccoons and their donuts, which is an actual statement that just left my mouth, and I'd be surprised by how stupid it sounded if I didn't live here."

"Huh. I mean, I can't see Clint having a donut when he went out to patrol," Kitty said thoughtfully.

"Which is why it's still sort of a working theory," Rosa offered, "and not anything we're completely convinced of. There are definitely some--"

She cut herself off.

Groaned with a roll of her eyes that indicated that even she wanted to punch herself for what was about to come out of her mouth, but it was almost too late now.

"--holes."

She looked at Kitty pleadingly, like, yes, please, also hate her for that, she totally deserved it. She would be disappointed in your if you didn't hate her at least a little bit for it.

"I hate so much that I'm not mad at that," Kitty said with a sigh.

"Hey," said Rosa, leveling a firm, determined look at Kitty. "We're gonna figure this out. We always do. And then we'll kick the shit out of whoever's behind it."

"I do want some sort of dibs on that for single mothering," Kitty said.

At least Lexi was cute. And mostly well-behaved.

"First in line," Rosa promised, as if she had any control over that sort of thing. "I'll even hold them for you so you can get in there real good.

"If there's anything left of them by the time we get there," she added. "I'm sure Clint's fighting like hell to get back to you guys, too."

Or, at least, he better be.

Wanda wasn't feeling great about sitting in her apartment doing nothing, so after work she decided to walk around and get a feel for what exactly was missing. And maybe hoping to find a hole herself to see what the hell that was all about.

She did eventually find herself in the bar. "Hey, Kitty."

"Hi, Wanda. How's your week?" Kitty asked, figuring it was probably not much better after a week of this.

Lexi meanwhile was happily trying to push herself up on her barstool like she was going to climb onto the bar itself till Kitty shook her head at her.

"Weird and kind of depressing, just like everyone else's, I imagine," she said, giving Lexi a smile. "How about you?"

"Daddy's in a hole," Lexi said again. It might be her new catchphrase.

"So I'm doing that good," Kitty nodded.

"Oh, god, Kitty I'm so sorry," Wanda said with a frown. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Should you want to babysit when it's time for me to beat down a hole for stealing my husband, I won't say no," Kitty said. "Mostly it's just waiting while people figure out what the hell's happening."

"I know. I hate this waiting around," she said. "I'd be happy to watch Lexi--or try to find Clint, whatever you need."

Sure it wasn't her Clint, but an Avenger was an Avenger.

"I don't turn that down, either," Kitty said with a grateful smile. "At least I know he's okay."

Because he was an Avenger and also she wouldn't say otherwise in front of Lexi.

"You are handling this way better than I would," Wanda said. "But I guess you don't have a choice when you're a mother."

Those breakdowns had to be in private.

"Not really. And the X-Man thing helps a lot," she explained. "Sometimes it's bad, but sometimes they just got transported to Asgard or something suddenly and they'll be back in a week."

"This has been over a week judging from the radio," Wanda said. "I'm just stuck on being frustrated. If someone was responsible for this wouldn't they have given demands or something by now?"

"Depends on who's doing it. There could be demands, or it could be someone trying to take over the island. And one time kidnappings were spurred on by a sentient Big Mouth Billy Bass we accidentally traumatized and I'm not sure he knew what a ransom was."

...

"That's a new one."

"Really? I figured a lot of people would lead with that one," Kitty admitted. "There's a variety of weirdness here."

"Obviously I'm talking to the wrong people," she said. "Or maybe the right people who wanted to spare me from having to think about how that works."

"I could explain it but it won't help," Kitty admitted.

"You know what? Fair," she said lightly. "As funny as the bass thing sounds I'd prefer it if someone just told us what they wanted and got it over with."

"And then we can punch someone till they give our people back."

And you got catharsis!

"That's what I'm hoping for," Wanda said. "Mostly the people back, but the punching would be really nice right about now."

"There's really always someone to punch. Sometimes there's a good M-O-N-S-T-E-R..." Kitty said.

Wanda couldn't help but laugh a little at the spelling. "That's good to K-N--wait, I don't need to spell that--that's good to know."

Lexi was giving them both looks fit the spelling, because she knew it meantsomething.

"Thank you for that attempt," Kitty laughed.

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