Family is for all time, always [1]

Uncool Thor

~~~Catherine's pov~~~

To my extreme disappointment, the variant tried to trick us when we tried tracking down the fugitive Loki variant.

I should've known better than to trust him.

We hadn't found C-20, but we found plenty of our Minutemen's bodies littering the ground of a random circus tent.

To top it all off, Ravonna called me and Mobius into her office to reprimand us on our decision to bring the variant on an assignment.

I sighed as we came up on the door and looked down at Linda. "Sweetie, can you stay out here with Loki while we go talk to Ms. Renslayer?"

She nodded up at me with a smile and took a seat next to the variant beside the door.

I exchanged an exhausted look with Mobius and then entered the room.

Ravonna was my friend, but that didn't change the fact that I always found her office obnoxiously huge.

To put it into perspective, everyone else at the TVA had to use cubicles or communal work tables. Ravonna had an office the size of at least twenty cubicles.

I mean, it's not like we live in our cubicles. There are living quarters in the west wing of the TVA, but they aren't exactly luxury apartments either.

And I get that she has a higher up position than the rest of us, but she also doesn't do any real work other than approve missions. So why did she get that whole space to herself?

"Is it just me or does this office just keep getting better and better?" Mobius asked as we sat on one of the couches in the room.

Better is an interesting word for it, Mobi.

The walls that surrounded us were lined with shelves filled with items from various assignments. Rollerblades, swords, you name it, it was there on a shelf.

Ravonna didn't answer and just grabbed a liquor bottle from behind her desk and walked to us with the bottle opener.

Jeez... She brought out the alcohol? This was going to be bad.

"You know, I'm looking around here, and I don't remember bringing some of this stuff in for you," Mobius stated as she popped open the bottle.

"Well, you aren't the only analyst working for me." She answered him bluntly, not partaking in the small talk.

"But, would you say I'm your favorite one?" He pressed, giving her a cheeky smile.

I rolled my eyes at his attempt at flirting and decided to insert myself into the conversation. "And by the way, why do you get to keep all the stuff from our assignments?"

"Because I approve the missions." She said simply, handing us two glasses.

Like I said before, not real work.

"Good point," Mobius mumbled beside me and it took everything in me to not stare at him in disbelief.

In what timeline was that a good point?

We do all the heavy lifting, we put our lives on the line, and all she does is sit in her office. Yet she gets all the credit when we do something right?

"Speaking of missions, let's talk about the one you two just botched." She raised a brow and sat down across from us.

I groaned under my breath, not wanting to deal with this right now.

She opened a file someone had put together on our assignment and started to read from it. "The variant was 'insubordinate, stubborn, unpredictable.' Sounds like some people I know."