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Indigo looked up from her spot in Tony's lab, her eyes tracking Bruce's restless pacing. They'd been there for over an hour, and still, there was no word from the rest of the team.
Just as she was about to voice her concerns to Bruce, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and saw Clint's name flashing on it. A frown creased her brow as she answered the call, wondering why he was calling her directly instead of using the team's communication channels.
Indigo swiftly answered the phone and activated the speaker.
"Clint, what's going on? You're on speaker with Bruce," she stated, her voice tinged with concern.
"They took her... they got Nat," Clint's voice came through, heavy with sorrow.
"What? No. You're lying," Indigo exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief. Bruce rushed over to her, his expression mirroring her concern.
"Ultron has Natasha?" Bruce shouted into the phone, his tone filled with urgency.
"She got the package to me, but one of his bots grabbed her out of the back of the quinjet," Clint explained grimly.
Indigo suddenly felt the room closing in around her, her chest tightening as her breathing picked up. Panic surged through her veins like a relentless tide, rendering her momentarily paralyzed. She realized she was having a panic attack.
They could hurt her, or worse, kill her, she thought frantically. Ultron's intentions were clear: to eliminate the Avengers, and now he had one of them. He was going to kill her.
As Clint's voice faded into the background, drowned out by the cacophony of her own fears, Indigo's thoughts raced, consumed by the safety of her friend. She didn't register the rest of Clint's conversation. All she could think about was Nat, her mind plagued by visions of the worst possible outcomes.
Next thing she knew, Bruce threw her phone onto a nearby table and rushed over to her, his concern etched into every line of his face.
"Indigo, you need to calm down. It'll be okay. Natasha will be okay," Bruce reassured her, his voice steady despite the urgency of the situation.
Before Indigo could respond, Tony burst into the room, his eyes widening in alarm as he saw her distress. He hurried over to her, grabbing her shoulders firmly.
"Indigo, what's wrong? Bruce, what's wrong with her?" Tony demanded, his voice laced with concern as he searched for answers.
Indigo's mind was consumed by thoughts of Nat, her sister, the one constant in her life. She couldn't imagine a world without her, couldn't fathom the idea of living without her by her side.
Suddenly, she felt her body being shaken, pulling her from her thoughts. Blinking rapidly, she looked up to see Tony standing in front of her, his voice calling out her name urgently.
