Report
That one word was the result of two hours effort, staring at my computer a blank word document up ready to write. Of course that was after half an hour's work deciding on the perfect font, title and colour. Or at least that was before someone had thoughtfully decided to give me the instructions from Fury that my report was to completed in size eleven Calibri in no other colour than standard black. I know, after all the effort I had put into my rainbow lettering as well. The phrase if looks could kill ran through my mind more than once. But then again when dealing with trained shield agents, the person whose most likely to end up dead… Is me. Anyway the reason this report was stressing me out so much was because unlike my usual reports where I could get away with writing, it was all Loki's fault. This report was to be a long one, detailing the last two years of my life. With actual sentences. Or at least that's what Fury said to me when he gave me the assignment and two weeks to do it, I mean come on people I'm not illiterate, I can write actual sentences, but why do something boring and time wasting when you can pay someone else to do it. And besides, seriously someone explain to me how does one condense two years, 730 days, 17531.6 hours, 1,051,897.53 minutes and 63, 072, 00 seconds into a few hundred words. There's a reason barely anyone writes their own autobiography. And it's not just because their to scared to write bad things about all the people they secretly hate. I mean in those 63, 072, 00 seconds I'd managed to get accepted into one of the world's most to secrets organizations, find the love of my life, get kidnapped by the demi-god who later became my best friend, avenged my parents murderer, go rouge with my best friend, be rejoin the same organization I went rouge from, place an entire battle station into lockdown, interrogate a few prisoners, get kidnapped by an evil guy named Jacob. Participate in arranged fight between the world's best superhero's and win. Pass the term after only showing up for a week. And somehow graduate top of my class, which I had a sneaking suspicion had something to do with the new Stark wing in our library. Unfortunately though graduating at the top of my class meant I had to give a valedictory speech. And barely showing up for school meant I didn't exactly have much to reminisce upon, unless they were going to let me talk about all the bad guys I'd helped put behind bars and somehow tie that into a school theme? Actually that might just work. You can metaphorically say that all the bad guys I put behind bars are like students locking up the demons of distraction that hinder their future! I've got this speech in the bag. Or that's what I thought until I saw the note Cap had left me thoughtfully attached to my wall. 'No talking about the Avengers'. Well there goes that plan. I mean seriously did these guys want me to ever get this report done. After all a lot can happen in 63, 072, 00 seconds. And most of which I can't put in this report because if It's not already illegal. It probably should be.
And so we begin again,
I expect some reviews even if it is only the prologue!
Blaze!