Après moi le déluge

I'm sprawled on the couch, one leg draped over the armrest, and I'm holding a piece of pizza -- my fourth -- in a napkin. I'm exhausted enough not to care about what I look right now, in an oversized Dazzler sweatshirt left behind by one of the old Avengers, and with my hair tied back into a messy bun. At this point, though, I don't think anyone's going to begrudge me my happiness, even if said happiness includes looking like the personification of Sloth.

And if they do, I'll reintroduce them to my sword.