Kyle snorted quietly but picked a seat, glancing around. "Well, it would be helpful to know a few more details."

Athena rolled her eyes when she saw Tony walking away again.

"Tony's like that sometimes," she said. "What do you need to know?"

"I know there's legal ownership, but I need to know how this place actually works. They clearly have borders, they don't seem to bother anyone else. So what I need to know is how normal this place is. How it's not a threat. What the average day is like. Things like that." Kyle shrugged.

Athena shrugged a bit.

"We set this place up so it would be a safe place," she said. "Occasionally we come across weres in bad situations, and we do what we can to get them here so they can rest and recover until they're ready to move on. But day-to-day life is pretty simple around here, really. Bruce is the one who looks after everyone's health, Tony owns the place, and I help out where I can. Clint's here because he came as kind of a package deal with Natasha, but he pulls his weight, for the most part."

"So you obtain the weres in legal sales?" Kyle asked, leaning back in his seat. "Nothing illegal about this place in terms of buying, ownership, anything like that?"

"Sales or releases," Athena replied, nodding. "There were a couple who were given up and we found them on their own. Steve was one of those."

"I hope you still have documents from all of them," Kyle said. "Even if it's just pictures, emails, records of when you found them, where you found them, things like that."

"We have basic records, yeah," Athena replied, nodding. "For Steve, at least. Natasha and Chole have actual papers."

"Good, actual papers are even better," Kyle said with a nod. "I'll need those at some point, preferably soon." He was quiet for a moment. "I'll have to think about anything else."

Athena nodded.

"Bruce keeps them on file," she said. "He keeps track of all of the important paperwork." She paused for a moment. "If the others don't mind too much, you might be able to stick around for dinner, maybe observe for a bit."

"That would be helpful," Kyle agreed. "However, it's up to you all. If the majority doesn't want me to stay, I'll head back home."

"Chloe is the one who will be the most shy," Athena said. "I'll ask them all, see what they think, and I'll let you know." With that, she got up and went to find the felines.

Steve was just listening in on everything, his expression neutral. He did raise an eyebrow at Athena though when she found the felines all hanging out in Steve's room.

Athena knocked gently on the doorframe, even though the door was partially open.

"What do you all think?" she asked. She knew they had been listening in on the conversation.

"He can stay," Steve said after a moment. "He's trying to help, so he can stay." Natasha nodded her agreement. Chloe just shrugged.

Athena nodded in return, and then glanced at Chloe.

"Are you sure you're alright with it?" she asked. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable. If you don't want him here, I can make him come back another time."

Chloe shook her head a bit. "I'll manage," she said. "Besides, I have to get used to other people again eventually."

"As long as you're sure," Athena said. "If it starts to bother you, just speak up and I'll get him to leave."

Chloe nodded and Natasha settled in a bit closer to her.

"We'll be out in a little bit," Steve said with a faint smile.

"Take your time," Athena said. "It's Clint's turn to help cook, anyways. I need to chase him out of the rafters."

"Good luck," Steve said with a little snort.

Athena grinned and headed back out into the living room.

"Alright, dinner should be soon," she said to Kyle as she pulled a Nerf gun out from behind the couch. "I need to get Clint down here, it's his turn to help cook."

"And that requires a Nerf gun?" Kyle asked, his eyebrows raising.

Athena just smirked and pointed up into the rafters. Then she pumped the gun a few times, took aim, and fired a dart upwards.

Clint dodged that one and leapt to the next rafter.

"Really? This is how you want to do this? Okay, don't say I didn't warn you." He grabbed his bow from its spot up in the rafters.