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As the tension in the air crackled with anticipation, Indigo scanned the perimeter of the Helicarrier's airstrip, her senses on high alert. Suddenly, a wave of panic surged through her as Indigo caught sight of movement in the shadows. Without a second thought, she sprinted towards Steve, her heart pounding in her chest as Indigo shouted the warning.
"We're being ambushed!" The words tore from her throat, raw with urgency, as Indigo skidded to a halt beside him. Steve's eyes widened with alarm as he registered the gravity of the situation, his muscles tensing with readiness as he prepared for the impending onslaught.
With every nerve on edge, Indigo braced herself for the chaos to come, her mind racing as she calculated their next move. Around them, the air thrummed with the sound of approaching footsteps, the ominous rhythm of their advance echoing like a drumbeat of impending danger.
"Hey, Sam, we're gonna need a ride." Steve yells hoping Sam heard him through the earpiece.
Indigo makes a split-second decision. With a glance towards Steve and Sam, she gauges the situation, her mind races with possibilities. Sam's wings may not be able to carry both Steve and her, but Indigo refuse to be a liability in this critical moment.
"I'll catch my own ride," she declares, her voice firm with determination as she turns towards the edge of the Helicarrier's airstrip. Without waiting for a response, she sprints towards the nearest aircraft, her heart pounding in her chest with a mix of adrenaline and resolve.
"Roger! Let me know when you're ready." Sam yells flying towards the Helicarrier.
Indigo looks back just as Steve jumps off the ledge, "I just did!" she hear him yell as he falls.
As she reaches the aircraft, Indigo spares a moment to assess her options, scanning the rows of vehicles for one that's suitable for a hasty escape. Spotting a sleek jet nearby, she wastes no time in springing into action, her movements fueled by a sense of urgency as she dashes towards it.
With practiced efficiency, Indigo scrambles into the cockpit, her fingers flying over the controls as she powers up the engine with practiced ease. The hum of machinery fills the air as the aircraft roars to life beneath her, ready to take flight at a moment's notice.
With a quick glance towards Steve and Sam, Indigo offers them a reassuring nod, her determination unwavering as she prepares to launch into the skies.
And as she soars into the vast expanse of the sky, the wind whipping past her with exhilarating force, Indigo feels a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. For in this moment, she is not just Indigo, she is Enigma, a warrior in the fight for justice and freedom.
The roar of the jet's engines filled her ears as she brought the aircraft hurtling towards the runway of the last Helicarrier, her hands gripping the controls with white-knuckled determination. With a deafening crash, the jet slammed onto the tarmac, the impact jolting Indigo forward in her seat as she fought to maintain control.
