The End of a War

She cried. It was a joyful thing, to be done with it after all this time, but it left her longing. Something was missing and would be missing for eleven months. The people, challenge fueled adrenaline, the thrill of victory. 

But the sweating and swearing and throwing things could stay away. Oh Jane would miss it for a while more, sure. Then it would sneak attack, jumping on her back and flinging her over to an office chair. It would steal her soul. Her knees would go weak and the tears would flow for days.

Another month of hell battling the ferocious Hydra would be upon her. Oh how she hated July.