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Indigo paced nervously inside the jet, her steps echoing in the confined space as she deftly flipped her knife into the air, a movement born from anxiety. With each toss, her mind raced with thoughts of the impending mission and the safety of her team. She had already texted Bucky to tell him they were headed to Sokovia, and as soon as they were done, she would head over to him.
Slowly, the team filed into the jet; as she glanced at her phone, frustration gnawed at her nerves. The minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity, each passing second amplifying her unease. Steve's directive had been clear: three minutes, yet the team was now over ten minutes late, and there was still no sign of him.
Indigo slid her knife back into its sheath on her thigh, the familiar click echoing in the tense silence of the jet. With a sigh, she made her way to an empty seat and sank into it, the weight of her worry pressing down on her shoulders.
Leaning back, she closed her eyes, hoping to find a moment of peace amidst the chaos. But try as she might, her thoughts kept drifting back to Natasha, her sister, now in the clutches of Ultron.
Taking a deep breath, Indigo focused on the rhythmic sound of her own heartbeat, willing herself to find calm in the midst of the storm. With each exhale, she let go of the distractions and honed in on the singular goal that drove her forward: saving Nat.
Indigo felt the presence of someone settling into the seat beside her, disrupting the solitude she had sought. Opening her eyes, she turned to see Pietro sitting there, his gaze fixed on her with a curious intensity.
"Um, hello?" she greeted him, a hint of uncertainty in her voice as she met his gaze.
"Wanda says Aleksander was your papa," Pietro responded, his words tinged with a thick accent.
Indigo's eyes lingered on Pietro's face, searching for traces of familiarity in the features that mirrored those of her father. There was a resemblance there, in the curve of his jaw and the shape of his nose, that stirred a sense of longing within her.
"He was my father," she affirmed softly, her voice carrying the weight of sadness.
"Wanda seems excited to have met you... cousin," Pietro remarked with a neutral expression, his tone devoid of any hint of emotion.
Indigo felt a surge of happiness at the thought of connecting with family who was still alive, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that Pietro's indifference cast a shadow over their reunion.
"And you?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity as she searched his face for any sign of emotion, longing for a glimpse of the brother she had only just discovered.
Indigo watched as a flash of sadness passed over his eyes, he quickly shook it off and said, "Wanda and I have lost everyone we have ever cared about." He paused looking down at the floor with a sigh. His eyes shot back to look into Indigos' "Every time I've opened my heart to someone, they've been torn away from me. I don't want to welcome you with open arms because I fear that, like so many before, you too will leave us."
