canon compliant. post 4x22. Maysimmons and Maydaisy.
Happy birthday Leah. I love you so much, I can’t even find the words that could possibly explain it. I can’t imagine my life without you <3
First, they stick her in a room, sit her at a desk, and hand her a stack of paper.
“Fill it out.” The short man who never stops scratching says, as he scratches his beard.
“It shouldn’t be too hard; I hear you were quite familiar with paperwork once, Agent May.” The other man smirks-- an ugly smirk, a telling smirk-- exactly the kind of smirk May would love just to wipe off someone’s face.
An unfamiliar woman walks by, plants another stack of papers onto the desk, and leaves without speaking a word.
The two men stare at May, waiting for her to respond. The small man scratches his head now, gazing towards the floor, and the other begins to tap his foot.
“You like paperwork, don’t you, Agent May?” The other man goads.
May blinks, and then she smiles.
The tiny man stops scratching and the other man stops his feet and she watches as that unpleasant, disgusting smirk disappears right off his face.
Her smile grows just a bit bigger.
May picks up a pen, and takes the first sheet off the pile.
It takes her a couple of hours, but once she’s done, she sits at the desk and waits for one of them, or both of them, to show up.
The scratching man appears, and May wonders if his scratching is an anxiety tick or a medical condition. He doesn’t meet her eyes, but glances to the forms on her desk and quickly back to the ground.
“Oh… okay.” He blubbers, his hand reaching up to scratch his arm. “That… that was fast.” He hastily gathers all the papers and hugs them to his chest, still gazing down at the floor. “I’ll… um… I’ll be right back.”
He scrambles away like a mouse, and May leans back in her seat, laces her fingers together, and waits for him to come back.
The other one comes this time, and this time he doesn’t have a smirk but a frown. She doesn’t move as he appears by her side, and throws another stack of papers onto her desk with the flick of his hand.
May pulls the sheets closer to her, and sees that they are blank.
“Do it. Again.” The other man repeats. When she doesn’t answer to that, he huffs.
“You answered every question with the question!” His voice rises with fury, and she doesn’t have to look at him to know his hands have balled into fists.
“Is this game for you, Agent May?”
“No, sir.” The man clenches his teeth.
May turns her head quickly, and meets his eyes.
“As you said,” May responds without raising her voice. “I like paperwork.”
His eyebrows narrow, and his lips form a tight line across his mouth. “I’ll send Ethan to get them when you have completed them. Correctly.” He walks briskly away.
May picks up the pen to do the work a second time.
And this time, she writes in Mandarin.