Scene: You and Thor go to an aquarium.
BEEP BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP BE-
"Gaaagh!" You punched the obnoxious alarm clock off of your nightstand. It clicked off and onto the radio as you grudgingly stood up and stretched. They began playing "Bright" by Echosmith.
"I think the universe is on my side. Heaven and Earth have finally aligned."
You sang along as you worked to brush your hair and teeth.
"Days are good. And that's the way it should be. You sprinkle stardust on my pillowcase. It's like a moonbeam brushed across my face."
You then wash your face.
"Nights are good. And that's the way it should be. You make me sing 'ooh ooh, la la la!' You make a girl go 'ooh, I'm in love, love!'"
You suddenly realized you had to get to work early today, for reasons. You sprinted to your closet and pulled out your S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform. You pulled it over your head and grabbed your shoes before you hopped back to the bathroom.
But, by just your luck, you slip on a rug and fall backwards. Your head lands on the carpet that goes off into your room, so your back got most of the shock. You groaned as you sat up and tried to put your hair in a braid, but it was not working with you. You then tried to put it in a ponytail, but every time, it would look stringy and it had bumps.
Messy bun it is!
You realized it was almost time to leave. "Sherbet fudge." You muttered under your breath as you got up to put your contacts in. But, you couldn't find them. You swept the counters, searching all over. You then realized what you had to do, horrified.
So, you grabbed your things and walked to your car, flaunting a messy bun, bulky nerd glasses, and not to your knowing, a Nutella smudge on your cheek.
You drove quickly, trying to get through traffic. And then, you were stuck behind the slowest old lady driver in the history of old lady drivers. She was going three miles per hour at the most. "Come on!" You shouted, knowing you would be toast if you were late. Surprisingly, the old lady gave you the finger and sped off as the light turned green. You grumbled as you drove on to work.
As you went inside, you mentally groaned as you heard Fury's voice. "Agent (Y/L/N), you're late." You flipped your frown into a forced grin as you turned around to look at him. "Yes, sir. I've realized that." He stared you down with his one, cold eye. "Do you know what happens to agents that are late?" You gulped, feeling the icy authority emanating from him. "No, sir, I do not." He smiled. "Well then, you're about to."
*****
Before you knew it, you were in your tank top, some shorts, some tennis shoes, a messy bun, bulky nerd glasses, and you still hadn't managed to wipe off the Nutella. And, you were running.
"We need to keep field agents in shape!" Fury yelled with his hands behind his back every time you passed him on the track. The track was outside, and it was hot as blue blazes. Sweat was pouring down from your forehead, and it was getting in your eyes. You kept trying to wipe it away, but your glasses were in the way.
"Go! Go! Go! Pick those knees up! I want to see some effort! Come on, my grandmother can move faster than that! And she's dead!" Fury was just trying to get under your skin, you knew that. "I get it!" You scowled back to him.
Suddenly, hurdles popped up out of nowhere.
You have got to be kidding me, you thought.
You jumped over the first one, a couple inches over.
So far, so good.
The next one, you barely made it over. Then, you heard footsteps beside you. "Hello, Lady (Y/N)!" A voice boomed. You turned to see Thor in a tight T-shirt and some sweatpants, with part of his hair tied up, jogging next to you. "Hi, Thor."
