A Bloody Case

Meeting

        It was a Thursday morning, in June, when Alfred heard his alarm beep through his house. His hand reached over slamming down to hit the button that had annoyed him so. It was time for him to get back in the work force since his accident. About a month ago he had been shot in his left shoulder, and was put out of his job for a month.

        His crystal blue eyes traced over the posters hanging on his walls. One of posters being of his favorite superhero, Captain America, seemed to have pulled on the tak that attached it into the wall. Causing the poster to look like it was folding in on itself, though Alfred knew he could fix that later. With a loud sigh coming from his mouth, he forced himself out of the bed walking over to the bathroom. He ignored his glasses which sat motionless on his bedside table, as he shut the door behind him. 

        He glanced over at his reflection blue eyes staring blankly back at him, his dirty blonde hair was sticking straight up in some areas. His pale fingers ran through his hair trying to push it down only to have it defy his orders and come back up. He rolled his eyes stretching the muscles in his arms, and legs. His hands grasped the end of his shirt pulling it over his head exposing his chest, then let the piece of clothing fall to the ground. Bare feet hit the solid tile as he dropped his boxers before stepping into the shower. A loud yawn escaped from his mouth as he reached over turning on the water for the shower. When freezing cold water softly tocuhed his bare back, he let out a surprised yelp. "Oh man wrong knob." He muttered turning the other knob.

        Soon he was done with the shower and was opening his closet. Clothes hung down from the hooks they were placed upon, he soon spotted his blue outfit. He grinned brightly taking the outfit and walking over to his bed, throwing the outfit onto it. He then chuckled seeing he was getting a phone call from his friend, or more of his older brother. They weren't related, but Arthur sort of reminded Alfred of a mother. Which was great since Alfred didn't have a mother growing up, only his brother and his father. 

        He slid the green little phone thingie, he wasn't sure what it was really called, to the edge of the screen. He then held his phone to his ear tilting his head to the side to hold the fragile electronic between his head and his shoulder. "Hello, Alfred the greatest hero alive answering." He could feel a grin tugging at his lips as he heard a British voice reply with what sounded like an annoyed sigh. 

        "Seriously Alfred," came the voice from the other side. "Do you always have to answer like that? I mean you should know th-"

        "Is there something I can help you with Arthur?" Alfred quickly interrupted not wanting to get lectured today. It was his first day back and he seriously just wanted to get to work without any trouble.

        "Oh yes, I justed wanted you to know you're one the case for a man named Ivan Braginsky, however we are going out to get him today. I want you to stay back, and not take him on. He's just a hacker, but still he could be dangerous and seriously hurt you." Arthur said his voice had a demanding sort of tone in it which annoyed the American a bit. 

        "Dude no way! I'm going today because it's my first time back. I don't want to be stuck in some  stupid office, I want to actually arrest someone!" He whined loudly into the phone, pouting slightly as he said it.

        "Alfred this honestly isn't the time for your childish ways," Arthur retorted rather quickly to the American. 

        "Arthur look I'm going to make the arrest today, and you can't stop me. So no, I won't listen to you. Now bye," WIth that he pulled the phone away and hit the end call button with a sigh. He hated this, that and the fact that he had was being fussed over. It wasn't exactly like he was wanting to get shot, but it was healed by now. Sure it ached at times but it was completely fine!