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Nat and Indigo stand talking to some guests; neither one of them knows who they are, just friends of Tony. Indigo looks around the room, she catches Steve's eye from across the room, his gaze warm and reassuring as he offers her a nod of encouragement. It's a small gesture, but it fills her with a sense of solidarity.
Tony swoops in, a glass of champagne in hand, his signature smirk playing on his lips. "Willow, darling, you look positively radiant," he declares, his words accompanied by a playful wink. "I trust you've been enjoying the party so far?"
She nods, unable to suppress the smile that tugs at the corners of her lips. "It's been amazing, Tony. Thank you for hosting such an...event," Indigo replies, genuine gratitude shining in her eyes.
He chuckles, a twinkle of mischief dancing in his gaze. "Well, what can I say? I do know how to throw a good party," he quips, raising his glass in a mock toast.
As the night wears on, Indigo finds herself swept up in a whirlwind of conversations and laughter. Nat and Indigo dance to the upbeat tempo of the music, their movements fluid and carefree as they lose themselves in the rhythm of the night.
Indigo looks up to see Bruce flirting with Dr. Cho and laughing, oh, they totally like each other, she thinks to herself.
But amidst the revelry, there's a quiet moment of reflection—a moment of stillness amidst the chaos. Indigo steals a moment alone on the balcony, the cool night air a welcome respite from the heat of the party below.
Leaning against the railing, Indigo gazes out at the city skyline, the twinkling lights stretching out before her like a sea of stars. It's a breathtaking sight, a reminder of the beauty that exists beyond the confines of their world.
And yet, despite the vastness of the universe, Indigo finds comfort in the knowledge that she is exactly where she belongs—among friends, among heroes, among those who understand what it means to sacrifice everything for the greater good.
Indigo looks down and pulls the burner phone from her dress pocket. She had put it there before she left her room in case she needed it and now here she stands wondering about Bucky.
He hasn't left her mind since the first time she saw him, it was as if Indigo had made him up and kept him there. But she didn't, he is alive and currently somewhere else probably not even thinking about her. But for some reason, Indigo couldn't get him out of her mind.
"What are you doing out here all by yourself?" Indigo hears Steve say walking up behind her.
She quickly puts the burner back into her pocket and says, "Just needed fresh air and a break from Tony's constant watchful gaze," Indigo replies with a half-smile, trying to mask the guilt that prickles at the edges of her conscience. Steve's presence is unexpected, his voice a welcome interruption to her solitary thoughts.
