Chapter 4
Will is a good TVA agent. Really, he is. He does his duties, gets along with his coworkers, even keeps his desk as neat as he can.
But even Will has his eccentricities. And so, as he watches the latest Loki variant leave the room, a plan is already forming in his mind. He doesn't even give himself time to mull it over before he taps insistently on the reception desk.
"Casey," he starts-
"Oh, no," interrupts B-15 (affectionately nicknamed Buzz). Having pushed the variant through into processing, she makes her way back to the center of the room. "Don't drag Casey into whatever scheme you've got going in that little pink head of yours."
Will gasps in insult- it's dramatic, it's exaggerated, and most of all, it tells Buzz she's completely right. "Okay, first of all, you know that pink dye is long gone." He runs his own hand through his dark, cropped hair to demonstrate. "Second of all, it's not a scheme."
"Mhm."
He grins, a contrast to her disapproving stare. "It's a plan." Buzz groans, rolls her eyes, but Will's already turned back to Casey. "Anyways," he starts again, "I'm gonna need that Loki's file, once she's been processed. That okay?"
Casey smiles back at him, always happy to be involved. "Yeah, I can do that. Is this for that case?"
Will begins to nod and voice his affirmation... until Buzz interrupts him once more. "Hang on," she says, "you're not even heading that case."
"Nope!" he confirms, popping the P. "But I know someone who is, who'd love to get his hands on a brand new Loki variant."
Buzz raises her index finger, curls her lip, is absolutely ready to fire a retort of her own. It's pretty obvious that she doesn't like this- but when met with the smiles of both Will and Casey, and the latter's pleading eyes... she knows not to pick this battle.
She lowers her hand, but the stern look remains. "That variant is still in my custody." Will waits, for the inevitable... "But." He fist pumps. "You have until her trial to get her file to Mobius."
"There are so many reasons you're my favorite," he says, ignoring the quiet sound of dejection from Casey. "I'll see you at the courtroom!"
She's already walking away, no doubt to re-seize control of the variant, once finished with processing. And with that triumphant smile still stretched across his lips, Will turns once more to Casey. "Can-"
"Is she really your favorite?"
Will blinks- a quick, fluttery display of confusion. "I mean- kind of? You're great, too, definitely up there, but..." He gestures vaguely. "Women."
Casey, dear, sweet Casey, gets a funny look on his face at that. "You're weird," he says.
"Yep, love you too, buddy." Will can't help but laugh as the look somehow worsens. "Anyways, about that file..."
Eight minutes later- or, at least, what feels like eight minutes, this is the TVA after all- Agents Will and Mobius are near-running to the courtroom of Judge Ravonna Renslayer. Mobius holds said file carefully, even as he runs, with it tucked between his elbow and his torso. Will, for his part, is slightly faster, and rushes to the giant, intentionally foreboding doors to the courtroom. "Come on!" he whisper-shouts to Mobius, before cracking open the door and slipping through.
It takes the latter a moment, but he does manage to catch the door, and follow his fellow agent into the trial of one Loki Laufeyson.
Just in time.