A Day Off (Open to TBolts)
Anya Stark-Barton was a workaholic. It was genetic really. Her father was one, her mother was one and according to Dad her grandfather had been one. Anya was carrying on a fine family tradition, but unlike them every once in awhile she needed a day off. Today she was taking one.

She slept in and got six hours of sleep instead of the usual four. Instead of jumping out of bed and hitting the ground running, she slid out of bed and zombie shuffled her way downstairs. She grabbed a bowl of cereal, didn't set it on fire, and headed into the rec room. She fell onto the couch and turned on the tv. Today was going to be a day of doing nothing but sitting in front of the tv and watching movies. Her laptop was upstairs and Goddard was screening all of her calls. He was under orders to only allow calls from Steve and the rest of her family through. Work was going to wait until Tuesday.

Tomorrow morning she'd fly to New York to spend the weekend and her birthday on Monday with her husband. Today was a day just for herself and any other Thunderbolts who wanted to watch movies.