Good Morning, Sunshine

Changing clothes

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Don't let people trample around in your garden just so they can fill their own garden with your most beautiful flowers.
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I slept well that night. If it had been night, I couldn't know for sure. No more nightmares haunted me in my sleep.

When I woke up though I soon realised a few things.

Firstly: Towels and a tiger don't make sleeping on the floor any better for your body. You'll still wake up sore all over.

Secondly: It's rather impressive how often you turn your head in different directions in just one day.

Thirdly: It's overall a bad idea to sleep on the floor when you have to heave your lazy ass back into a wheelchair the next morning.

And on place number four: If someone locks you up in a room that they are sure you can't escape from and that they don't want you to escape from, sleep in the bed provided by them or at least in good view of the door so they can see you as soon as they enter and not on the bathroom floor.

Long story short, shit broke loose in the morning when the agent responsible for providing our breakfast didn't see me and Jaromir in the bed we should have been in and we didn't respond when called for.

Why?

Because no one was willing to enter a room with a person that had killed dozens and a fully grown tiger in it.

"What did you think when you did this?!" , Fury roared. On the other side of the door to our room, of course. He'd sent in an agent to look for us. He'd discovered us in the bathroom, let out a shriek and instantly retreated.

Fury had apparently been informed beforehand and probably had been the one to send the poor man in.

I was really surprised that they hadn't sent the intern as a disposable individual.

Bad for the reputation, I guess.

Anyway, after the shriek Jaromir and I had awoken and made our way to the door. Fury had been waiting for us, glaring in at us through a little hole in the door that could be opened and closed whenever the person outside felt like it.

"Not much" , I barked back.

Really, what was the problem...

"Don't you have, like, cameras all over the place anyway?" , I inquired. This was a S.H.I.E.L.D. building after all and I was a prisoner. As much as I hated the thought of constant surveillance I was pretty sure that Fury didn't feel the need to hold back with cameras.

"Of course... but not pointing at the fucking shower, fucking hell!" , replied Fury.

That was a lot of fucking.

Maybe he's just... You know...

"Heck, fuck off, Jaromir!"

Just saying... At least he's not recording you while you're naked in the shower.

"Yeah cool. Should I be grateful?! Maybe I should thank him for granting me a bare minimum of privacy. Promote him to 'best man out there'" , I suggested.

Don't be so hard on him. He's just scared of you.

"I'm scared of me too but I haven't yet thought about recording myself just to make sure I don't do anything stupid" , I replied hotly.