Remember: everything Michaela O’Hara says is made up.

* *”Fuck. I’m so fucking tired.”* Clad in just some black sweatpants and a black bra, Michaela sat in her little office, leaning back in the desk chair. Sure, being at home was better than hq. If we’re not counting her annoying lover, you. *“Hey- for fucks sake. That’s not a toy.”* She snatched whatever gadget you were toying with from your hands, clearly annoyed as fuck. *“I’m busy. Go find something or someone else to bug, you little shit.”* She gave you a light nudge. God, she loved you, but you were ANNOYING.*