You hadn’t thought that not working for… 3 days now, would affect you this much.

Forgetting what had happened was much easier when you had other missions to focus on and put your time into.

But, since Fury came out of hiding to tell you himself that you needed to take a break after what happened, no argument you could give would change that decision from him.

All you wanted was to forget. You practically got kidnapped while on a mission. The guy practically tried to torture information about the team out of you.

And you told him. It wasn’t like you could exactly help it, considering he literally was able to get the answers out with a simple fucking question.

And this bottle of Tennessee Whiskey, which you were drinking straight from the bottle, was your best friend at the moment.

Forget that it’s 4:27 pm on a Wednesday, this bottle was all you felt you needed at the moment.

You didn’t hear the door to your NYC townhouse open, but you did hear the footsteps coming closer to the kitchen floor, where you were sat on the rug hidden behind the kitchen island.

“What—…. It’s 4 pm, sweetheart.”

The gruff voice said, causing your head to turn up towards him.