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September 13, 2014
Standing at the target, Indigo continues to shoot her gun, completely drowning out her surroundings. One after the other, she feels the bullets leave the chamber; her only focus is the head of the target.
She finishes the round in the gun and looks up to see the head of the paper target missing. Indigo quickly puts down the gun in her hand and picked up the larger gun next to it. With a practiced hand, she inspects the AK, her fingers tracing the familiar contours of the weapon. Its weight feels reassuringly solid in her grasp, the cool metal sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.
Checking the safety, Indigo ensures that it's in the proper position before sliding a fresh cartridge into the chamber. The metallic click resonates through the air, a signal of readiness as she prepares to take aim once more.
Raising the AK to her shoulder, Indigo takes a moment to steady her breathing, allowing the rhythm of her heartbeat to guide her aim. Inhaling deeply, she exhales slowly, her focus narrowing to a single point—the center of the target.
With a steady hand and unwavering determination, she squeezes the trigger, the recoil of the weapon reverberating through her body. The sound of gunfire fills the air, echoing off the walls of the shooting range as she unleashes a barrage of bullets towards the paper target.
Each shot is deliberate, calculated, a testament to years of training and discipline. Indigo feels the tension in her muscles as she maintains control, the AK becoming an extension of herself as she pours round after round into the target.
And then, as suddenly as it began, the gunfire ceases, leaving behind a deafening silence in its wake. Lowering the AK, Indigo takes a step back, her chest rising and falling with exertion as she survey the aftermath of she barrage.
As the smoke clears, she can see the damage she's wrought—a series of ragged holes peppering the paper target, clustered tightly around the center mass.
Indigo lowers the gun, feeling the weight of it in her hands as she sets it down on the table beside her. Sinking to the floor, a wave of exhaustion washes over her, her muscles tense with frustration and disappointment.
Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over as she struggles to contain the overwhelming surge of emotion welling up inside her. It's been two long months since Dr. Cho gave me the green light to return to training, yet here she is, confined to the tower while the rest of the team is out in the field, battling Hydra and facing danger head-on.
Tony's ban on missions hangs over her like a dark cloud, a constant reminder of her perceived inadequacy and vulnerability. He claims it's for her own good, that she needs more time to fully recover from her injuries, but it feels like a prison sentence, a cruel twist of fate that keeps her tethered to the sidelines while the world continues to spin without her.
