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With the urgency of their mission weighing heavily on their shoulders, they swiftly disembarked from the quinjet, their footsteps echoing softly in the snow-covered landscape of Sokovia. The biting chill of the winter air served as a stark reminder of the perilous task that lay ahead.
As they made their way through the dense forest, Nat cast a concerned glance in Indigo's direction, her brow furrowing with worry. "Are you sure you're alright, Indie? You seem a little... distant," Nat inquired, her voice laced with genuine concern.
Indigo forced a tight-lipped smile, her facade faltering for a moment before she regained her composure. "I'm fine, Nat. Just had a rough night," she replied, her words ringing hollow even to her own ears. The weight of her lie settled heavily on her conscience, but she knew she couldn't risk revealing the truth—not when Bucky's safety hung in the balance.
Nat's gaze bore into Indigo with unwavering intensity, her words cutting through the chilly air like a sharpened blade.
"At some point," Nat declared, her voice firm yet tinged with a hint of concern, "either you'll confide in me willingly, or I'll uncover the truth on my own. But mark my words, Indie, I will not be kept in the dark forever."
Indigo felt a pang of guilt tighten in her chest at Nat's unwavering determination. She knew she couldn't evade the truth forever, couldn't keep her secrets buried beneath a facade of stoicism. With a heavy sigh, she nodded in silent acknowledgment, a silent promise lingering between them.
Indigo's heart skipped a beat as Thor's booming voice echoed through the forest, his presence commanding attention as he strode toward her with characteristic confidence.
"Lady Indigo," Thor boomed, his voice carrying a warmth that belied his imposing stature, "you look as radiant as the stars themselves. Perhaps one day you shall grace me with your company on a... what is the term you Midgardians use?"
"A date," Nat interjected with a playful smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she glanced between Thor and Indigo.
Indigo swiftly nudged Nat with her elbow, shooting her a pointed look before turning her attention back to Thor.
"Ah, yes, a date," Thor replied, his expression a mix of amusement and curiosity as he looked down at Indigo.
"I think I'll have to politely decline your offer, Thor. Blond-headed gods aren't really my type," Indigo replied with a soft smile, her tone light but firm.
Nat couldn't help but interject, her words laced with a hint of sarcasm. "Yeah, a hundred-year-old men with mental issues and metal arms are," she muttered under her breath, earning herself a swift glare from Indigo.
"Well, so be it, Lady Indigo. But just know, I'll always be around," Thor said before striding over to engage in conversation with Steve.
Before Indigo could even react, the sound of approaching engines shattered the tranquility of the forest. Hydra soldiers, their vehicles tearing through the dense foliage, burst onto the scene, their presence an ominous harbinger of danger.
