( @cellobowsandarrows / kate & wash :3c
All he’d wanted was to fucking sleep, not that he’d’ve managed more than the bare minimum, but still, it was the principle of the thing. He hadn’t woken up in the usual manner ( screaming, swinging, crying ), but rather by the sound of...well, it sounded like a home invasion or something, next door.
The thing was, Wash kept to himself for the most part, occasionally exchanging pleasantries with his neighbour, Kate ( former avenger, liked his muffins, nice enough ) but mostly...just...yeah. It was easier this way. If it had been any other neighbour, he might have just called the police. But this was Kate. He liked this neighbour. So, careful to not let the cats out, he’d grabbed a knife and padded on through, silent in his pyjamas as he’d hopped out through his own fire escape, then in through hers ( element of surprise, habit ), joining the fray and helping her out in the whole ‘rather not be dead’ thing. It didn’t take long, ultimately, the guilty parties bound, gagged, and unconscious. He just wished he’d thought to put on some socks, let alone shoes first.
Not much damage, all in all, but Wash was still careful as he swept up some debris, then retrieved his knife from where he’d thrown it, embedding it in the wall and pinning a shredded corner of one of the assholes’ shirt there ( he’d been wearing it when the knife was thrown ). He wasn’t sure what to do with the knife, then, though, so he put it down on the kitchen counter.
He yawned, scrubbing a hand across his face before he cleared his throat, turning to face her. “-- So uh. Do...you...wanna ask them anything, or can we take out the trash?” Her apartment, her call.