Kagome sighed as she let herself fall into the plush chair sitting behind a plain wooden desk. She held a hand to her temple, trying to stop the oncoming headache as she grumbled under her breath. Of all the damn jobs they could have given her after 'The War', as Loki so affectionately referred to it, it was being the handler of said demi-God and his brother.

Thor was fine, she actually liked him. He was nice, truthful, to the point of being blunt, and over all, always happy. Loki? He was still sulking about his loss and her small binding spell that made him a 'despicable human' and would not stop bitching about it.

Ever.

She felt her brow twitch at the low chuckle that came from across the room. She glared between her fingers at the elder man who was sitting at a desk directly across from hers. A smug yet pitying smile on his face, "Shut up, Phil." The older man only sniggered at her, glad it wasn't him that had to look over the demi-Gods. Stark was more than enough to keep his hands full, as it was it seemed, he was also now on Bruce-duty since the man was over there almost every day.

She huffed, her bangs rustling with the action and let her hands fall to rest on the arm rests of her chair, her head lulling back to rest on the headrest. She stayed like that, ignoring the worried glances the elder man shot her, she just needed a minute to get over the now constant manhandling Loki subjected her to. It was borderline sexual harassment. Sadly, there was a very big difference between Asgardian courtship and Earth courtship, and how did Thor react to his brother constantly touching her? He thought it was cute!

He encouraged him, thinking it would stop his constant plans for revenge and word domination. She snorted, if anything it would make them worse, he just wanted her for her power, she wasn't stupid enough to think he really wanted her for her. He was the kind of man who was always thinking five steps ahead of everyone, willing to play any part to get his way. She had dealt with many like him in the past, the only difference was that he had the potential to be changed, though he would fight it tooth and nail.

She had half a mind to tell Hawkeye and let him deal with it, the man still loathed the God of Mischief and was even more pissed at Fury for assigning her to demi-God babysitting duty. Fury's excuse was almost painfully simple; she was an unkillable miko. She could handle the Gods and if Loki did manage to kill her in a fit of rage, as he was bound to having more of now that he was stuck as a human, she'd come back.

Oh lord, she felt her temple throb at the thought of that day. Everyone had been cross with the man, Bruce had to be sedated before he Hulked out, even Tony was pissed off, using his big man words to tear into Fury. The Captain, ever a gentleman, never rose his voice above a cross tone, though his eyes burned like fire. Her adopted parents were raging for days and still ignored the man unless it was necessary they acknowledge him for a meeting or mission.

She blinked as a small glass of something was placed on her desk and sat up to look at Phil, her company in such misery. Since Tony had somehow been stuck housing the demi-Gods, on one of the various empty floors of his building, they had become friends. Phil was stuck on Tony-duty and since Bruce and Tony had this weird BFF-smart-people club, he also was responsible for keeping Bruce from Hulking out.

Sadly, Loki loved to push his buttons, still sore for being thrown around like a rag-doll by the 'mindless beast', and it just really got annoying. Bruce had gotten used to Loki's barbs and often treated him like he was a small bratty child, barely paying any attention to the male, which only made Loki try even harder. It got really old really fast, and annoying as hell.

With a blink of her eyes, she looked at the glass sitting almost innocently on her desk, the smell of alcohol wafting under her nose. She arched an eyebrow at the elder man, a small quirk of her lips. "Underage." She was technically, well her body, not her soul or mind, but she didn't want the kind man to get in trouble.

Phil merely rolled his eyes. "Drink it, it'll help, trust me." He knew it was bad to offer a minor alcohol, but he had seen the day she had, watching it on the screen as he listened to Tony and Bruce talk excitedly about clean energy and other smart people stuff. While he was smarter then the average person, he had to be in order to be a part of S.H.I.E.L.D, he had given up on trying to keep up with them, they were in a league of their own.

With a sigh, knowing he knew how bad her day was, and she still had a damn paper to write later, she grabbed the glass and chugged it, ignoring his small gasp of surprise. Please, Thor loved to engage her in drinking contests, so this small glass of brandy, no doubt taken from Tony's private stash, was nothing to her. With a shake of her head, trying to dull the head rush, she set the glass down rather roughly and let out a deep sigh. "That hit the spot. Another?"

He laughed at her reference to Thor but nodded pulling up his chair and sat down in it pouring her another glass and one for himself. He knew this was a bad stress reliever, but today had just been that bad, "You know… let's keep this between you and I?" She smiled, this wasn't a habit she planned on giving into every time she had a bad day, she'd be an alcoholic in less than a week if she did, but every once and a while and with the right company and it was okay with her.

"Of course, now. Another."

So it comes to an end, thank you everyone who stuck with me until the end! I love you all!
~W.K.