Lacy enjoyed her job. She really did. Truly. She'd worked hard all her life to get where she was today. But days like today made her wonder why she even got out of bed in the morning.
"One would think," she thought aloud as she turned a chair back on its feet, "that as the SHIELD liaison for the Avengers, I wouldn't need to deal with this form of crazy!"
She placed her hands on her hips and surveyed the damage to her office.
"Normal crazy, I can handle. I knew that going in. You grew up as a Russian assassin who can kill me 25 ways just by looking at me? No problem! You turn into a ginormous green monster when you're angry? No big deal! I don't even care if the Norse doofus thunders into my office needing assistance with the toaster. That is what I'm here for!" Lacy continued to talk to herself. Her volume increased as the tirade continued. "But why do I have to deal with temper tantrums! If I wanted drama, I'd teach middle school. If I wanted to babysit, I'd own a daycare. If I wanted my office to suffer the damage of a superhuman fistfight, I'd open a boxing arena! I do not get paid enough for this!" She swept up the last of the debris off her desk into the trash can before sinking into her chair and glaring at the potted plant that managed to survive the altercation.
"Oh stop looking so bright and happy, you stupid flower," Lacy realized what she was doing and threw her hands in the air and spun her chair around, facing away from the flower.
"Great! Now I'm talking to-"
"Ma'am?"
"Captain Rogers!" Lacy jumped and spun her chair back around and stood up all at once. Or well, that's what she tried to do. She ended falling over after tripping on the chair while standing up. Cap cocked his head and offered a hand up.
"Are you alright?"
"Oh I'm just peachy, Captain," she muttered through gritted teeth.
"I heard that there was a situation in your office. I came to check," Cap continued, not completely convinced that Lacy was alright. "And I've told you before, you can call me Steve."
"Ha! You're a little late Cap-Steve! The situation has come and gone and I'm going home. Right now." Lacy snorted while gathering her belongings. "I need a proper night's sleep before dealing with your children!"
"Beg pardon?" Steve seemed confused even as he helped Lacy with her coat.
Lacy flipped her coat collar up and began tugging on her gloves. She stomped to the door, barely giving Steve enough time to open it.
"Ma'am, I don't have any children. What are you talking about?" Steve questioned as he followed Lacy out the door. She stopped and turned around so abruptly that Steve nearly slammed into her. Lacy narrowed her eyes at him before answering.
"Your children," she spat. "Mr. Stark and Ms. Romanov. If you could please restrict their petty quarreling to the sparring arena, the dinner table, the roof, the hallway, or right in the middle of Central Park- I don't care where, as long as it ISN'T MY OFFICE!"
She took a deep breath before continuing.
"Should a situation arise, you have my number. Have a good day, Captain."
Steve was left befuddled in the hallway as Lacy flounced out the front door and onto the sidewalk. He glanced around and saw two low level agents standing against the wall.
"You two! Follow her. Make sure she gets home safely."
"Yes sir!"
Steve sighed as the two men rushed out the door. He was half tempted to take the lady's lead and head for home. Instead he stretched his neck and rolled his shoulders before heading off to search for Tony.