Doing Some Research (OTA)
It was weird to be back, but in a good way. New faces greeted Nat as she walked the halls of the BPRD towards the library. She supposed new was par for the course. The same happened with SHIELD. People got killed and were just as easily replaced. Sad, but true. Her own Immortality had saved her ass more than once on the Gate missions she'd been sent on. If she never went shooting through space/time again, it'd be too soon. Gawd, had that thrown her loopy.
Pushing open the doors, the first thing Nat noticed was that someone with a serious case of OCD had reorganized things. Not that the library had been messy before, but now there wasn't a stray paper, book or file to be found. And even through the giant tank was still there, it appeared to be empty. Maybe Abe was out on a mission with Red or something. At least, she hoped the tank wasn't completely vacant.
"Okay. Now," Nat turned her attention to the bookshelves. "If I were the egotistical, self-aggrandizing, pain-in-the-ass God of Mischief, what the hell would I be researching?"
Pushing open the doors, the first thing Nat noticed was that someone with a serious case of OCD had reorganized things. Not that the library had been messy before, but now there wasn't a stray paper, book or file to be found. And even through the giant tank was still there, it appeared to be empty. Maybe Abe was out on a mission with Red or something. At least, she hoped the tank wasn't completely vacant.
"Okay. Now," Nat turned her attention to the bookshelves. "If I were the egotistical, self-aggrandizing, pain-in-the-ass God of Mischief, what the hell would I be researching?"