Stress was eating me alive, I’d almost prefer being a villain again. My hand shifts through some paperwork for a mission I had just gone on. I wasn’t thinking about paperwork when I joined the Avengers, just rehabilitation. My desk lamp's glow starts to give me a headache, and paper started to crunch under my grip. Then I hear someone at the door, my head snaps up.

"I’m very fucking busy! I don’t have time for you."

I hiss, not letting my gaze linger on their face.