Getting Myself into the Battle of New York ~Avengers~

36; PHOTOGRAPH PART ONE

Cataloging forensics of recent cases. Great.

My jaw dropped all the way down to hell upon the sight of this thing called... Paperwork. Files and hard copies of reports on recent cases solved while I was on 'vacay' lay in piles on the living room's table. I guess I don't have enough space for this shit in my room. Reports of labeled evidence, technically paper with information crucially discovered during cases, are everywhere. Good thing I'm wearing sweats today.

Its the next morning and upon my return from my visit, aka training, from my local dojo in preparation for what I am about to face at SHIELD, I am now present upon... This. Apparently, I have to catalog all of this forensic evidence and reports. I am burdened with this in return from well, apparently grieving but hey, why not stop a destructively-controlled god from invading the planet with an extraterrestrial army? And other of the following of events.

'Blue' the kitten is sitting on the couch nearby the dreadful heaps of paperwork on the coffee table, staring at me with those blue, kitten eyes.

Abbey decided to leave me with this special surprise dropped off from the FBI forensics headquarters in Quantico. With my eyes, I can count up to twenty to twenty three files all piled up. I sat down beside the kitten on the couch, still wide-eyed.

Picking up a file, I start analyzing, then reading and reading and reading...

~Abbey's POV~

"BUT YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO CUT ME OFF!"  I sang the lyrics on the top of my lungs, hopefully in tune.  So technically, I'm screaming, music-wise. Screaming in my car, on my way to work.  Which is a psychology clinical institute, as I am almost late for one of my appointments.  But the shitty thing is, there's only one appointment scheduled today for Dr. Myers.

"SOMEBODY!  NOW YOU'RE JUST SOMEBODY THAT I--" Then my amazing singing was interrupted by my phone ringing from inside my purse.

Thankfully, I halted the car before a red light.  So without any further ado, I reached to my passenger side, reached for my phone from my purse.

I tapped the answer button, transferring the call through the sound system of my car.  The lobby manager, is shown as caller ID.  "Dr. Myers."  I greet in my uppermost professional voice, but sadly, my voice cracked from the screaming-singing.

"Good morning, Dr. Myers.  I have to inform you that sadly, the patient had to cancel the therapy session today due to other duties he has to attend to."  She cuts to the chase in her British accent.

I groan in irritation, "shit."  I mutter to myself, because I put effort when I legit had only like ten minutes on the clock to be on time for his session!  Cam, the lobby manager, chuckled from the other line.  "I am afraid Dr. Watson won't be able to make it."  Then she adds a sarcastic remark, "and please, keep profanity remarks to yourself, Abbey."

I roll my eyes, scoffing, "manners aren't necessarily for mention .  I'm just... tired and I legit thought I was running late." Which I really am...  Or was.

"Well, I guess you could say luck turned itself around."

"Keep the formalities to yourself, Cam.  I'm free for myself today after all."  I grin as I take an u-turn, re-routing to go home back to my penthouse.

"And like I said, luck.  May you enjoy the rest of your day-off."  Ugh, she's so formal.

I chuckle, we're quite close as friends.  "While you enjoy your, day-on!  Eh?" Wow, I really suck on being funny for a minute. Or second.

She laughs on the other line, "no.  Just don't."  Then she hung up.

Sighing, I resumed back to my screaming-singing, this time starting on a new song.  This day's actually getting a little better for a change.