Kira flopped onto her bed, exhausted and full. She sighed deeply and kicked off her shoes which fell off her bed and onto the ground with quiet thuds. Kira’s eyelids drooped as she lay there, thinking back over the dinner at Anton’s. The food had been good, and Sam was his cheerful self, but Kira was still left with a disappointed feeling after the meal and meeting with the two agents. It wasn’t them either, Casey and Karina had both been friendly. The problem, Kira decided as she lay there in silence, was with herself. This wasn’t groundbreaking as she was very much aware of her crippling shyness and lack of social skills. Still though, her inability to engage with other people - apart from her brother of course - was infuriating.<br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“Ice-cream?”</span>Sam called from the kitchen. His voice spurred Kira to motion and she sat up.<br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">“Yeah, I’m coming.”</span>Kira got up, rubbed her tired eyes and stretched before getting changed into her pyjamas. She grabbed her phone and strolled into the living room, unable to continue a long yawn as she sank onto the couch beside Sam.<br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“Tired?”</span>Sam asked idly, as he handed her a tub of her favourite chocolate ice cream. Kira just nodded and gave an<span style="font-style: italic"> ‘uh-huh’</span>as she tried to cover her yawning mouth with one hand while accepting the ice cream and a spoon in the other. Sitting back on the couch and crossing her legs, Kira propped the ice cream tub on her lap and set about emptying it while absently scrolling through Twitter with her free hand. On the other end of the couch, Sam similarly tucked into a tub of ice cream, his vanilla, and switched the TV onto the news.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #80BFFF">“And rampaged through six blocks before being incapacitated and detained by Lockshot”</span></span>A blonde news anchor wearing a plain red dress said.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #80BFFF">“As of now, there have been six confirmed deaths and forty reports of injuries - nine of which are critical.”</span></span>She probably thought her voice conveyed just the right balance of sympathy, worry and professionalism. The broadcast cut away from her overly made-up face and instead, showing helicopter footage from earlier that evening in New York. An imposing figure stood on the dented roof of a cop car as its occupants frantically scrambled out. The villain hoisted a car door above his head, torn from a smoking vehicle several metres away. The footage cut as he swung it at an officer. The next image was of an FSA agent, Lockshot, tightening a triangle choke on the villain.<br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“I’m pretty sure that guy used to train with the same coaches as Karina, when they both competed,”</span>Sam said absently, switching the channel just as the news showed federal agents swarming around the super with restraints.<br/>After a while, Sam looked over to find Kira fast asleep. He put the empty tubs in the trash, then brought Kira’s phone to her room and plugged it in to charge. Returning to the living room, he gently picked her up off the couch and carried her to her room. After laying her down as gently as possible and pulling the covers over her, he crept out and shut the door without even a squeak.<br/>Kira slept soundly, only regaining consciousness when the light of morning played across her peacefully resting face. She didn’t remember going to bed, and supposed she had been more tired than she thought. Kira turned over and picked up her phone, charging in its usual place. A reminder on her lock screen told her that she was meant to meet Casey again today. She almost fell back asleep, until the smell of brewing coffee wafted into her bedroom as Sam prepared breakfast. Soon enough, Kira clambered out of bed and stumbled towards the promise of fresh coffee.