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Grabbing hoodies from the gift shop, Steve and Indigo make their way back up to the hospital floor, where they lost Fury. Why are they here? She has no idea. This is the last place Indigo wanted to be, surrounded by memories of loss and betrayal, haunted by the ghosts of the past that linger in the hallway and empty room. But Steve insists that there's something here they needed to find, something that could shed light on the mysteries that continue to plague them.
They walk over to a vending machine in the middle of the hallway. Its fluorescent lights cast an eerie glow, illuminating the sterile surroundings with an artificial warmth that feels out of place in the somber atmosphere of the hospital.
As Steve approaches the vending machine, Indigo can't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over her. What could he possibly hope to find here, amidst the rows of snacks and drinks that line the shelves?
"You looking for a snack?" she quips, trying to inject a note of levity into the tense atmosphere as she glances at the vending machine. But Steve's expression remains solemn, his focus unwavering as he continues to look for something.
He shakes his head slightly, his eyes never leaving the device in his hand. "Not exactly," he replies.
Indigo turns to hear someone popping bubble with their gum. The sound cuts through the silence like a sharp knife, breaking the tension that hangs heavy in the air.
Her gaze falls upon a pretty red-head. "Natasha, my true love, oh how I've missed you," Indigo quips, unable to resist a playful jab at Steve as she nudges him with her elbow.
However, he was not in the playful mood. Seeing as he grabs Nat by the arm pulling her into the closest room.
Indigo quickly steps into the room, taking a place in the corner watching a scene unfold. As she watches Steve push Natasha up against the wall her only thought is about how hot they look together. The chemistry between them is undeniable, a magnetic pull that draws them together with an intensity that leaves her breathless.
Not listening to a word coming out of either of these beautiful humans, instead focusing on their magnetic presence.
But amidst the whirlwind of emotions and desires that swirl around them, Indigo can't help but feel a pang of longing deep within her. For in this moment, she is merely an observer, a bystander to their magnetic attraction, destined to watch from the sidelines as they dance their delicate dance of desire.
Finally, breaking from her thoughts Indigo hears Nat say "I know who killed Fury. Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exists, the ones who do call him the Winter Soldier. He's credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years."
The man with the metal arm is called the Winter Soldier, I think to myself, a shiver running down my spine at the thought. There's something undeniably intriguing about him, something dangerous and alluring that draws me in despite the warning bells ringing in the back of my mind.
"Isn't he a ghost story?" Indigo mumbles under her breath, the words escaping before she can stop them. The Winter Soldier is a legend in the world of espionage, a whispered tale of shadowy figures and secrets.
"Five years ago I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran, somebody shot out my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff, I pulled us out, but the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer, so he shot him straight through me." Nat recounts, her voice low and steady as she relives the harrowing encounter.
She lifts her shirt, revealing a jagged scar that cuts across her abdomen, a stark reminder of the brush with death she endured at the hands of the Winter Soldier. Indigo remembers this mission. She was the one who sewed Nat back up when she got back to the Red Room.
"Soviet slug, no rifling. Bye-bye bikinis." Nat says with a smirk.
"Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now." Steve replies, his own smirk mirroring Nat's as he teases her in jest.
Nat pulls out the flash drive, handing it to Steve with a solemn expression. "Going after him is a dead end. I know, I've tried," she says, her voice tinged with frustration and resignation.
Steve accepts the flash drive with a nod, his expression thoughtful as he considers her words. "Like Indie said, he's a ghost story," Nat adds, casting a glance in Indigo's direction before returning her gaze to Steve.
"Well, let's find out what the ghost wants," Steve replies, his tone resolute as he slips the flash drive into his pocket.
Indigo tightened her grip on Natasha's arm, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Wait. We need to talk."
Natasha arched a brow but didn't resist. Instead, she glanced toward the door where Steve had just disappeared before turning her full attention to Indigo. "Alright. Talk fast."
Indigo took a step closer, lowering her voice. "You know, if you wanted to show me your scars, you could've just asked. I wouldn't have minded a private viewing."
Natasha smirked, shaking her head. "Is this really the time, Indie?"
"What, a little flirtation to break the tension?" Indigo tilted her head, letting her gaze linger just a second too long. "Besides, I remember that mission. I was the one who patched you up afterward. I got an up-close look, and I gotta say, you pull off battle wounds pretty damn well."
Natasha's eyes flickered with amusement, but her expression remained guarded. "You have a one-track mind."
"Not true." Indigo grinned. "I can multitask. I can flirt and still be completely aware that we're dealing with a ghost assassin."
Natasha exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "The Winter Soldier isn't just some assassin, Indie. He's a weapon. He doesn't stop, he doesn't hesitate, and he doesn't leave loose ends."
"Alright, alright," Indigo laughed, holding up her hands in surrender. "But for the record, I was pretty sure I was about to burn up from the heat radiating off you and Stevie."
Natasha rolled her eyes, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Please. Like I'd ever go for America's golden boy. Let's go before he starts thinking we're actually making out in here." She turned, heading for the door.
Indigo's eyes widened as she scrambled after her. "Wait—hold on! That was an option?!"
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Hello beautiful people! How do we feel about the new Thunderbolts* trailer? I think I'm obsessed with congressman James Barnes. Love you all, Jane---
