"So you went there and you met a bunch of magic users?" Trish's voice is filled with wonder and curiosity. "Yes, I told you. That Doctor Weird, Wong, and the Scarlet Witch, I think their names were," I say. My voice unwavering and unamused. "Doctor Strange," Trish corrects me. "You know I hate being corrected," I grumble. "Jess, you just met some of the Avengers," Trish tells me. "You mean to say the blonde in the red costume and the magic doctor are part of some superhero boy band?" I ask. Trish sighs and says, "And the teenager." "Spider-boy?" I ask in shock. "Yeah," Trish confirms, then adds, "Who else was there?" "Hogarth," I say sourly. "Hogarth? Really?" Trish's voice is filled with disbelief. "Yes, really. Jeri Hogarth. Ugh, she thinks she is top shit," I groan, five. "What did Hogarth want?" Trish asks. "She wanted to drag up the whole Killgrave fiasco. I mean she fucking brought him up as if to say I told you so. I told everyone I like to work alone and Hogarth pointed out that I needed help getting out of when I killed Killgrave. She didn't mention you helping though," I say. Trish says nothing. "I know that Hogarth pushes your buttons but I really think you should try to help them. Think about it for a second. They could help get you going again. You might get more clients with this whole thing," Trish says. "And then I will join the Avengers and get a premium membership to the superhero gym," I say sarcastically. "Jess, I don't think that has anything to do with what I'm saying," Trish says. "Trish, I wasn't fucking serious with that shit. I was being fucking sarcastic. Now can you please spare me this whole thing and just help me figure out how to get out of this?" I ask. "Just find Tony Stark and be a hero," Trish says. I can tell in her voice she is about to bring up being a superhero. "And I will not entertain the idea of being Jewel. I won't," I tell Trish. Trish groans. "Jess, I just want what's best for you," She says. "Trish, I can handle myself. I don't need you helping me every goddamn step of the way," I say, maybe a little harsher than I mean to. "Just think about helping them. Please, Jess. It could be a great thing for you," Trish pleads. "Fine, I'll do it. Only if it gets you to fucking stop," I say. "Ok. I'll stop. Only if you do it though," Trish says. "Bye Trish," I say and hang up. I groan, six. I curse under my breath and plug my phone in, making sure it is plugged into the wall this time.
I walk to my desk to look at my laptop to do some research on where this missing billionaire could be. "If I were a billionaire being kidnapped or missing, where would I be?" I whisper as I type in search after useless search. This is completely fucking ridiculous. There is nothing about where this guy could be. It's different than a normal case when the missing person isn't one of the most famous people on the planet. It's so much easier. Why does it have to be this goddamn hard? I get up to walk around a little.
I pour myself a glass of whiskey and sit down back at my computer. Alcohol helps me think. I barely get my ass on the chair before there is a knock at the door. "Fuck," I murmur. I walk to the door and swing it open, careful not to break it. I groan, seven, when I see who is there.
"Wanda, hi," I say. The witch is standing in the door in normal clothes right now, but it is still unmistakably her. "I think I might have a lead on where Tony is," She says in her strong Sokovian accent. "Uh, where?" I question. "I don't know where he is, but I think I know who has him," Wanda says. "Who the hell would that be?" I ask. Wanda sighs softly. "Agatha Harkness," She says. "Who?" I ask. I am so sick of not knowing who anyone is talking about. "She's an ancient witch who is in possession of The Darkhold," Wanda explains. "I am sure you think you are explaining good, but you really aren't narrowing it down at all. Now what the hell is The Darkhold?" I ask. Wanda enters my apartment/office and sits on the chair in front of my desk. I close the door and follow her to sit behind my desk. She just fucking invited herself in. Shit.
Wanda tries to explain to me for a while who Agatha Harkness is, but I am still having problems processing all this magic shit. "Are you listening?" Maximoff says. "Yeah. I am," I say. Wanda sighs and continues with her description.
Wanda leaves after about an hour, leaving my head reeling with new information. "We'll talk more tomorrow," Wanda says as she leaves. I nod and close the door behind her. "Witches," I mutter to myself in disbelief. I am dealing with…witches now. Witches? For real? First I am dealing with The Scarlet Witch and now I am working about an ancient witch from Salem times called Agatha Harkness. I mean, I get it. Agatha is a witch name. You hear the name Agatha and you automatically assume witch. Add in Harkness and you really think witch.
I get a text from Trish just as I am getting into bed. "What's the news?" The text reads. "Maximoff stopped by and told me that the billionaire is with a witch," I send. "What witch?" Trish sends. "Agatha Harkness?" I send. I follow up with, "Have you heard of her?" "No, I haven't," Trish replies. "I don't understand any of this wild shit," I send. "Have a nice night Jessica," Trish sends. I turn off my phone and get ready to go to sleep.