At 7:00 AM on December 13th, Jan woke up and went through her normal Saturday routine. She slammed the snooze button on her alarm, and when it buzzed again at 7:05, she got up. Stepping into a pair of slippers, she walked to the bathroom, and took a quick shower. She'd just slipped back into her nightgown and slippers and picked up her hairbrush when Hank ran in.
"HYDRA's attacking near Rockefeller!" he shouted. "It's all over the news."
"What?!" she shouted. With her hairbrush still in hand, she ran...right past the den and out of the building. She began running toward the center, most famous this time of year for its humongous Christmas tree. This is when the cameras started rolling, because who wouldn't record Wasp, dressed in a nightgown and slippers, armed with a hairbrush, running toward the scene of a HYDRA attack at 7 in the morning?
Once there, she began shouting at the HYDRA soldiers, yelling about them trying to ruin Christmas, and the scared tradition of the tree, and 'how dare they try to kill Christmas', and so on. She began swinging at them with the hairbrush, and they, not knowing how to handle this madwoman, began backing off.
Oh, but she wasn't done yet, no sir. She continued to chase them right down Broadway, like some kind of Christmas Crusader, actually knocking them out with the hairbrush, never mind the fact she could've been stinging them.
She chased every last one of them right to the end of Broadway, where a dozen grinning and laughing cops were waiting to apprehend the unfortunate morons. The soldiers were more than happy to get arrested if it meant getting away from "the crazy Christmas woman."
With one last indignant huff, she walked back to the Tower, head held high, seemingly unaware of the comedic value of her brave defense. She wouldn't be for long.
The moment she got back, having walked at a brisk pace all the way back to the Tower, then changing into sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt – she was out in a New York winter, trudging through still unmelted snow left over from the last storm in nothing but a nightgown and slippers – she returned to the den to see everyone watching what was, quite frankly, a hysterical video of her dashing to the center, then fending them off with a hairbrush.
Blushing, she quickly tried to defend herself. "I, uh, may have been a bit worked up."
"May have been?" Tony asked incredulously. "I never want to tick you off when you have a hairbrush within reach. After seeing how good you are with using it as a weapon, I think those things are almost as dangerous as the wielder."
Smiling sweetly, she took the opportunity she saw and leaned in close, dropping her voice to a near whisper. "That's good, 'cause I keep one in my purse, and I'd hate to have to use it on you." With that, she walked out, smiling the whole time.
No-one's ever figured out whether or not she was kidding, but she doesn't like bringing it up, so no-one's ever had the chance.