The Red Room was her nightmare and she never ever wanted to talk about that again. She destroyed it by her own hand before she fled to find her own freedom. She did many things she could just to delete everything that she had ever done in the past...
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-it has been so, so long....
....for you to be back to me. I've been waiting for you all the time.-
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If Steve wasn't late, Dalia wouldn't be elaborated in her position. She moved about Howard's workshop, inspecting the many shields on the table for Steve to pick from. She peered over to the wall clock, which was set at 08:10 a.m., but there was no sign of Steve's head perking up in the workshop. Was he late or had he misplaced his way?
''I'll go and find him.'' Dalia putting down the baton on the table, telling Howard who was right beside her as he nodded. She went in her heels toward the door that led to the side facility; she had no idea where he was, so Dalia attempted to ask everyone she could if they knew where he was or if anybody had seen him this morning. An Agent pointed directly to the opposite corner, where she knew Lorraine was supposed to be working.
She sensed something wasn't quite right and bit her lower lip, praying the sensation wasn't true. The sight of the scenario, on the other hand, didn't help her to feel any better. Bitterness flooded her throat, and it didn't make her new day any better at all.
Dalia wouldn't mind if Steve was chatting to Lorraine about something work-related. This, on the other hand. Her lips were bleeding as she noticed two blondes' lips on each other, their hands straying into each other and seemed to almost liking it.
Hands on her hip, hardest stuck on her throat. Maybe she could just scream with all of her lungs and snatched Steve out from the blonde woman that Dalia never liked her at all and now Steve was kissing her like he almost like the taste of that woman.
''Captain!'' She shouted loud enough to let the two of those people jump on that place. Steve quickly backed away from the blonde and looked around to check that the voice was Dalia who stood sternly glancing at him. When he raised his hand to wipe his lips, her eyes told him everything. He cast a glimpse at her while she tried to ignore him, and her gaze was drawn to Lorraine, nearly burning the fire into her eyes. He had just had his first kiss stolen by another girl, and he didn't want to lose it to anybody other than Dalia. Dalia was the same way; she had never kissed or been in love with another man before, and Steve was her first love, and he had just violated her trust by kissing with someone she despised. When he tried to reach out to Dalia, she shifted away from his contact, his eyes widened with shock. ''We're ready for you, if you not otherwise occupied or busying locking your lips against each other.''
The Widow swiftly turned around to prevent Steve from touching her again, and she didn't want to remain any longer, or she'd leap and murder both of them with her bare hand in this place. She became enraged and accelerated her pace to the point where Steve was close behind her as she rejected his call.
A feeling of guilty built inside Steve's heard of what he had just done. He couldnt believe that he just did that. ''Dalia. Wait!''
She didn't listen when he called her name; he could see her hand curled into a ball as she moved too quickly in her heels, and the other people in the room looked at them in bewilderment as they passed past them. ''Hah, finding the right partner, bullshit.'' Dalia scoffed.
