i. Goodman, Lieber, Kurtzberg, & Holliway
The press in the back are muttering--not loudly, but enough to bring a crinkle to Judge Chan's forehead.
Jen keys Now into her phone, hitting send on her phone as she stands. "Actually, Your Honor, about that?" She glances at the opposing counsel; Richardson is entirely too smug. "We'd like to introduce new evidence to counter that claim."
Richardson leaps to her feet. "Objection! We haven't been notified of any--"
The doors in the back slam open, and when Whiz Kid skids to a stop just as Jen puts her hand out for the file she's holding. "It's just come to our attention." She tilts her head, and Whiz Kid hands a duplicate folder to Richardson. "I think you'll find that all in order. If I may?" Judge Chan nods, and Jen steps forward to hand him the folder. "The dates on the transmission indicate the mining began three days before the permit allowed."
One of Richardson's clients--the Shi'ar magnate, not the contractor from Ecuador--harrumphs. Jen looks over her shoulder at Richardson and winks just long enough for it to be obvious.
Andy scribbles on his board for a second, then turns it to face her. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
"Quantum time lag." Pug swipes the top issue from the stack of Guardians of the Galaxy comics on her desk. "I never would have thought of that."
"I wouldn't have, either, and I've done my share of galactic jet-setting." Jen kicks her shoes off and wishes she could shift green already. "Who knew justice could come from a stack of comic books and a healthy sense of irony?"
Pug laughs, and she raises her coffee, tilting it in a toast. He smiles. "You know, now that we're done with the case, I was wondering if we could--"
An arm crashes through the wall next to the door, then withdraws. Sasha's face appears in the gap. "Sorry," she pants. "There's a shapeshifting thing at the, uh." Another crash sounds, and then glass tinkling. "You should probably come see," Sasha finishes, then turns and runs off.
Pug sighs and doffs his jacket. Jen stretches as she stands. "Great day," she remarks.
Jen's jacket rips as she shifts, and Andy scribbles. (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
ii. Paine & Luckberg
After the fourth time Book asks her to "bend the rules a tiny bit" and break down a few very inconvenient doors, Jen decides a change is in order. She winnows down her casefiles to three: one patent for underwater excavation goggles that might be secretly magical (Dr. Strange was being pretty cagey about it), one noise complaint about an interdimensional portal that had opened up next to an Orange Julius, and the blue file.
Holliway reads through her letter of resignation, sighs, and then reads through it a second time. "I have to say, I'm very disappointed."
The doors to his office slam open. Or, rather, they crash open as a giant metal spider scuttles through them. Jen looks at the spider, then looks at Holliway.
"But not surprised, I suppose." He puts her letter down. "If you wouldn't mind?"
"Not at all," Jen says, and remembers to take her jacket off before she shifts.
Jen smirks, knowing exactly how sharp her smile can be. "Actually, I prefer to be called Ms. Walters." Then, she makes eye contact with the judge, making sure to inflect just the right amount of wry. "Unless you need me to do some smashing?"
She doesn't need to charm the judge and jury in order to win her cases. It's just more fun that way.
iii. Jennifer Walters, Esq. PLLC
Judge Doble doesn't even blink when Hei Hei scampers up the aisle to hand Jen a manila folder. "New evidence, Ms. Walters?"
"No, Your Honor." Jen scans the document a second time before setting it down. "Just some notes from my office. My Kree is a little rusty."
Crozier, the opposing counsel, smiles tightly. "I'm just a girl from Michigan, Your Honor, but all this talk of 'relics' and 'powers' and, I'm sorry," she pivots on her heel to face Jen. "Creeps?"
"Kree," Jen corrects, rolling her eyes.
"Right, Kree." Crozier turns her hands palm-up. "My client just wants appropriate compensation for the loss of income after the defendant willfully--"
"Accidentally," Jen interrupts.
"--and thoughtlessly wreaked havoc in the plaza." Crozier smiles. "We're not saying Mr. Marcos is a monster--"
"--we just want him to be held accountable." Crozier folds her hands together as she returns to her chair.
Judge Doble nods to Jen. "Ms. Walters?"
Jen pats Marcos's hand--or, well, claw--as she stands up. Then she paces across the aisle and smiles down at Crozier.
After three seconds, Crozier's smile wobbles, and that's when Jen takes the sliver of blue crystal out of her pocket and tosses it carelessly into Crozier's lap.
"Successful," Jen replies.
Angie stops typing and looks up.
"Effective?" Jen tries.
Angie arches an eyebrow.
"Funny," Jen says. "Definitely, incredibly funny."
"Maria Hill is in your office," Angie responds. "Something about a break-in?"
Jen pulls the crystal out of her pocket and peers at it. "Um."
Angie plucks the phone out of its cradle. "I'll cancel the rest of your appointments."
She pauses. Thinks. And adds one more with a smile.
She presses her intercom button. "Hey, Angie? What do we have tomorrow?"