Losing him was blue, like I'd never known
Missing him was dark gray, all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know
Somebody you never met
Adelaide Herrmann has so many secrets and is good at hiding all of them.
Only one person knows the real Ad...
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(2012)
"Go ahead Caller, you're on the air!" Adelaide lied to the person on the other end of the line. She constantly got scam calls and would always have elaborate ways to answer them.
The person hung up and Adelaide smiled proudly to herself.
She opened the bottle of wine and poured it into her glass. She sat on her couch and reached for the remote.
She slowly moved her hand under the coffee table to where she had a hidden gun. She wrapped her fingers around the handle and pointed at the dark figure in the shadows of her apartment.
He was the first to speak. "Adelaide Herrmann. The Silver Widow, reported dead in 1963." He read from a file in his hands. "To two have a lot in common." He said.
"The Silver Widow is a ghost." Adelaide kept the gun aimed at him and her finger on the trigger.
"Somehow I knew you'd say that." He walked over and dropped the file on the coffee table. "I have a mission that requires only the best of the best." He said.
"Well, you're in the wrong spot. I'm the worst of the worst." She told him and reached for the file.
"The threat we face is one of the worst. Your background means nothing to me as long as you do what I need."
"And why would I do this?" Adelaide questioned with suspicion. She read over the file he dropped in front of her.
"For starters, I won't have you arrested for assassination, arson, and many other illegal things." He threatened.
Adelaide's hands faltered for a moment and she dropped the gun. "That wasn't me." She told him.
"I know." He noticed her angered look and her hesitation with the gun. "This is a good way to make up for that." He offered.
"The world can't see me parading around. It'd be too dangerous."
"I'd protect you. You'd be an agent for me. One small mission at a time you could erase the past." He suggested to her.
"You can't erase the past." Adelaide corrected. "I'll do your mission, but I won't be your agent, Mr. ..."
"Fury." He answered.
"Fury?" Adelaide repeated. "Does your mother not like you?" She asked.
"Nick Fury. But don't ever call me that." He demanded in a stern voice.
"Yes, sir, Nick sir." Adelaide muttered before taking a long sip from her cup.
"I'd prefer you sober for this mission." He said.
"It's been a long day." Adelaide pointed out. "Besides, it doesn't have an effect on me. You probably read about it." She gestured to the file.
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