Who: Carol Danvers and Steve Rogers NPCs: -- When: January 26, 2010 Where: Steve's Office → Avenger's Mansion, NYC What: Steve delivers the crushing blow and tells Carol she's being transferred to SHIELD. Rating: PG-13?
Everything felt weird and horrible. Carol honestly felt strange in her own skin, she didn't now what to do with herself anymore. If only she could get back that feeling of peace and calm she had experienced as Binary. It seemed, the more she tried to tighten her grip the more quickly it slipped through her fingers.
She got up early because that was what she was suppose to do. She got dressed and found herself in her office with nothing to do. She looked at the inbox on her desk with intra-office memorandums piled up. It was funny (not really) they seemed to stop sending them sometime mid-November. Carol dumped the whole thing, tray and all, into the waste paper basket and seated herself behind the desk with a large sigh.
"What to do...what to do..." she mumbled, drumming her fingers idly on her desk. She looked at the chess set that was set up, game still in process from who knew when, resting on the other side of her desk. Not even that seemed to bring her pleasure. The next moment she was opening the drawers of her desk and looking inside. It was like she had never seen any of this ...stuff before. Junk, junk and more junk. She rummaged through papers, pens, files until her hands clasped around something familiar. Carol arched a brow.
"Well, what have we here?" She asked, before pulling a half empty bottle of whiskey out of the bottom drawer. She glanced at the clock on the wall, debating returning the bottle to its hiding place before thinking better of it. What the hell? Why not?
Slipping her finger into knot at her throat, Carol loosened her tie, unbuttoned the jacket of her AF uniform and relaxed back into her seat with the bottle in her lap. Unscrewing the cap, she took a sip. Before she knew it, one sip had turned into two, and two turned into a half the bottle. Soon Carol was passed out on her desk and all before noon.
She woke up an hour later to the sound of her cell phone buzzing. Her hand shot out groping the surface of her desk searching for what was causing that dreadful sound, accidentally knocking it onto the floor. Fuck it. At least it stopped.
That was until it started up again seconds later. Choosing not to ignore it a second time, she picked it up off the ground and flipped it open.
"What?" She grumbled, by way of greeting. "What am I doing?" She swallowed, her throat dry. "No, not now...I'm busy. Fine. I'll come now...fine." She said and shut the phone.
Carol pushed herself off the desk and scrubbed her hand down her face. She felt like garbage and now she had to go meet with Steve Rogers. After a few long moments she managed on her feet, stretching tall and wide. She exited her office and made her way towards Steve. It only took her two or three times, circling the halls, to remember where it was. Carelessly she knocked on the door once she did.