7

I wake up the next morning thinking it is all a dream, the past week. The two wizards, the witch, the pubescent arachnid. All of it. "Jesus," I mumble as the world comes into focus. "What time is it?" I ask no one. "Time to get up," I hear an accented voice say. "What the fuck, witch?" I groan loudly, one. "Jessica, we really need you," I hear a second unfamiliar voice. "Who are you?" I ask as I sit up, knowing immediately who it is when I see her. "I'm Natasha Romanoff," Black Widow says. "Yeah, Romonoff, how about letting a girl get some sleep?" I say, groggily. Black Widow is wearing her hair in a long red braid with a blonde tip about four inches long. She has on a brown jacket and black skinny jeans. Wanda stands next to her. She is wearing a red jacket with a black trim and red gloves. She also has black skinny jeans on. Her hair is sand blonde and in a high ponytail that goes down to her shoulder blades.

I get out of bed. I am wearing a grey tank top and black underwear. "Do you feel the need to be in here while I get dressed?" I ask harshly, still pissed that they are in my home without permission, or even so much as knocking or calling ahead.

"We can go for a minute," Natasha says. They both leave.

Truth be told, I just need to pull on a pair of jeans and my boots. I just need a minute to breathe while these fucking superheroes are hanging around. "Jesus fucking Christ," I mutter under my breath. I gather my phone, put on my clothes, and leave the comfort of my bedroom and into my office.

"I don't know why you all won't leave me alone, or at least give me a good night's sleep," I say. The two women look at each other before speaking next.

"New information has come to light," Wanda says after a moment. "Pepper Pots gave us some information that we didn't have before," Natasha says in addition. "And what information is that, pray tell?" I ask. It is hard to keep sarcasm out of my voice even when I am not attempting to be sarcastic. "Or do you not have clearance because I am not an Avenger?" I ask when I get no answer. "Pepper told us that Tony was in a little town called Westview for a time last month," Natasha says. Wanda looks away, not so subtly. "What the hell is it witchy?" I ask her. "Something happened in Westview that I would rather not discuss," Wanda says. "Why not?" I ask. Wanda doesn't answer. I really don't know what happened with her and I really don't have full interest in it, but I really just want to know about who I am working with. "Just something happened," Wanda snaps. Her eyes flash red and a few items in my office jump in the air. "What the fuck?" I ask in slight shock. "Wanda, control," Natasha says to the woman with the glowing eyes. Did anyone else know her eyes could glow red? I really am caught off guard by that shit. "I'm fine," Wanda whispers. I really don't mind that all the focus is on Wanda right now, because I really don't want it on me. I really don't want either of them in my apartment, but I really don't have a choice or a say in the matter. I wish I did though instead of having two Avengers standing in my office. "Tony was in Westview around the time of The Hex and that was also around the time the witch Agatha Harkness disappeared. Tony disappeared around that time too," Wanda says. "What's The Hex?" I ask. "Not important," Wanda says sharply. Her eyes don't glow this time but her voice is harsh. "Fine, if you say so," I say. Wanda mutters something in a language I don't recognize. "Wanda," Natasha says softly and rubs her friend's arm softly. "I'm fine," Wanda says softly. "Can we just get on with all of this?" I ask harshly. "I really don't have all the time in the world to hear about the Witch of Westview, Wanda Maximoff," I say. Wanda stands up straight. "I'll look it up later. I'm sure there's an article," I add before going on. "I really just want to get this fucking man found so I can go back to my cases that don't involve the most famous people in the universe. I just want to be done with all of you," I end harshly. Too harshly even. "Jessica, we don't want to be working this case any more than you do, for different reasons of course," Natasha says. "Red, you have no idea," I say.