A/N: So, this is just a little fic I wrote for a writing prompt from writing. prompts .s (remove the spaces and you have the user id) on Instagram I had in my English class. It's short and a little silly, but I hope you all like it. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. (Except Cynthia Piper; she's mine.)
I stepped out of the elevator that led up to the tenth floor and onto the floor of the office complex I managed. I strode through the room to my office at the back and closed the glass door behind me. As I started shuffling around the papers on my desk, a wriggling nudge in the back of my brain suddenly grew clear. Dropping the stack of papers I was straightening up back onto the desk, I stepped over to my door and looked again. As I did, a tall man with long black hair and a long, black coat rushed by, a stack of papers nearly flying out of his arms. As he left, I saw my HR lady, Cynthia Piper, come striding through the office cubicles, her tall black heels clicking on the hard floors.
"Cynthia!" I said the name quickly and sharply, with a two-fingered point gesturing her to my office. She beamed widely and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her.
"Cynthia-"
"So? What do you think? Did I follow through, or did I follow through?"
"Cynthia-"
"I honestly didn't think they would all show up so soon. You know, for their inherent reputation, they really are good workers."
"Cynthia-"
"Oh, I hope you aren't having an issue with any of them. I laid out the guidelines strictly before offering them the position, and they all seemed to-"
"Cynthia!"
Her lips finally closed, and she looked at me with equal parts scolded child and confused quarterback.
I tried to keep my voice calm. "Cynthia, darling. Why, if you don't mind my asking, do I have an office full of supervillains?!"
I glanced out the glass door to see Joker laughing silently in a corner while stamping papers and Loki trying to show Venom how to properly use the computer systems. How had Loki figured out how to use the computer systems? He wasn't even from Earth!
Cynthia's voice broke through the scene in front of me.
"I was just following your suggestion, sir. You said at our last meeting that you desired the office to be more ethically diverse, so I pulled some strings and did a lot of paperwork and managed to fulfill your request. Now your office is more ethically diverse. Aren't you pleased with this?"
I sighed and rubbed a hand over my eyes. Why? Why? Why?
"Cynthia?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Did it… ever occur to you to maybe check with me first, for confirmation, before putting yourself through all this work for nothing?"
Her eyebrows knit together.
"I don't understand, sir."
"Well, you see Cynthia, if you had done so, I could have explained to you, before you went to all this work, that I did not in fact request more ethical diversity, but ethnic diversity."
Her lips rounded into an "oh" shape, and we both looked out at the office that was full of some of the world's most dangerous supervillains.
