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"Keep all STRIKE personnel on site," Rumlow speaks to the two men who walked into the elevator with him.
They reply to him with understanding. Indigo makes eye contact with Rumlow, nodding to him with acknowledgment.
"Forensics," Rumlow says to the elevator computer. The elevator computer responds with a beep of acknowledgment, and the elevator begins its descent to the forensics department.
Indigo looks up at Rumlow only to see him eyeing her up and down. She made out with the man one time at a S.H.I.E.L.D. party, and now he thinks he has some ownership over her. It's infuriating how some people can't separate personal from professional. With a forced smile, Indigo averts her gaze, pretending not to notice his lingering stare. The memories of that drunken encounter at the party flood her mind, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. It was a mistake—one Indigo regretted the moment it happened. But now, it seems Rumlow can't let it go, his gaze lingering with a sense of entitlement that makes her skin crawl.
With a subtle but firm movement, Steve positions himself between Indigo and Rumlow, effectively breaking the unwanted eye contact and shielding her from his lingering gaze.
"Cap, Indie." Rumlow says, his tone curt and businesslike, drawing their attention with his brusque address. The use of their nicknames in such a formal setting strikes a dissonant chord.
Steve looks at him with some sort of surprise and replied "Rumlow"
"Evidence Response found some fibres on the roof they want us to see. You want me to get the tac-team ready?" Indigo hears Rumlow ask.
"No, lets wait and see what it is first." Steve replies, his voice steady and composed as he considers Rumlow's suggestion.
Not hearing Rumlow response, Indigo looks around and notice one of his men with their hand on their weapon. The air crackles with tension, and she exchanges a quick glance with Steve, silently conveying her concern. Rumlow's silence only adds to the unease, leaving an ominous void in its wake. With a subtle shift in stance, Indigo positions herself slightly closer to Steve, ready to react at a moment's notice should the need arise.
More S.H.I.E.L.D and Strike agents make their way onto the elevator crowding around Indigo and Steve. Of course none of them happen to be women, so she is stuck on an elevator with a bunch of men.
As the agents subtly maneuver to surround Steve and Indigo, a cold shiver runs down her spine, a chilling realization dawning upon her. The sudden shift in their demeanor sets off alarm bells in her mind, signaling imminent danger and the possibility of betrayal from within their own ranks. With each step they take, the circle tightens, closing in around us like a noose, trapping them in a web of uncertainty and suspicion.
Instinctively, Indigo tighten my grip on my weapon, her muscles coiled and ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. Beside Indigo, Steve remains calm and composed, his steely gaze surveying their surroundings with a mix of vigilance and determination.
