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20: On Fire

20: On Fire

"You!"

"I know, I know, I'll make it up to you." John left the room only to see Raven furiously pointing her finger. It was already late at night, and he knew she had been on guard for at least three hours, more or less; he had been too busy to keep track of time properly.

Raven took a deep breath, her face red—John didn't know if it was from anger or embarrassment, probably both. She then exhaled loudly before speaking through gritted teeth.

"You're lucky I came. At least four people came looking for you during that time, and I had to turn them all away," which was difficult because even if the room had thick walls, she could still hear almost everything, and without a doubt, someone else would have heard if they got too close, so she had to prevent that.

"Did you use my appearance to deal with it?" John asked while finishing adjusting his clothes.

"And tell them what to do, just like you taught me. I think I like giving orders. Maybe I should replace you since you seem too busy to do your job," she said reproachfully. John smiled in response, placing his hand on her head and ruffling her hair. Raven relaxed a bit at the gesture but wrinkled her nose in the next instant.

"Maybe you should take a shower. I heard they've finished cleaning the bathrooms," Raven wrinkled her nose.

"Do I smell bad?" John couldn't help but frown; he didn't think he had sweated that much.

"You just smell weird... whatever. I need money, give me a salary," she extended her palm. It was already night, but she believed she could get something to read tomorrow.

"I suppose you earned it. In fact, your papers are already in order, so you're officially my assistant. I forgot to tell you," Raven was his undisputed right-hand at this point. She knew more about him than anyone else, so since he obtained his new authority and with the help of some of Stark's contacts, he had managed to create a perfect "identity" for her.

Needless to say, Stark had somewhat misunderstood the reasons why John wanted to give her "fake" papers, although that helped in a way since he just gave John a knowing smile and helped without hesitation.

"Is it still the same cover?" Raven asked, recalling the details she and John had invented a while ago in case anyone asked about her.

"Exactly the same, well with some changes. Now you're 23 years old, half-British, and your name is Raven Grace Morgan, not just Raven Morgan, so remember that." Raven noted this to herself before returning to the topic.

"So, about my pay..."

"I'll give you a check, but before that, I need you to... well, return what I threw at you a while ago," he said, extending his hand toward her. Raven blinked in confusion before her face turned even redder. With a mumble, she pointed to a corner of the room where John could see Agent Carter's panties lying.

"Oh, thank heavens. It would have been bad if you lost them." He didn't know what excuse he would give the woman when she woke up and realized she had no underwear. Certainly, another slap in the face would be expected.

Raven's eye twitched as she watched him go to pick them up.

"Maybe you should make that check have a few extra zeros."

John paused before nodding.

"Right, I think I have the budget for that." Who would have thought, using government money to bribe his assistant? He was already acting like a proper politician, just missing the title.

Seeing him pick them up and turn to re-enter the planning room, Raven remembered something else.

"Hey, one of the guys who came to see you brought this," she said, taking a folder she had been holding for John.