PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD.
[based on the Marvel Cinematic Universe]
This is the story of Forsaken, a skilled and trained assassin who works for Hydra until she is rescued by Shield. She tries to find her old memori...
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And I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
'Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn
Alice had already decided where would be the first stop of her journey: Tokyo. She wanted to go back to Union Bar, check on Hiro, and remind herself of the time she was a mercenary and when by 'Indigo'.
The journey to Tokyo was a blur of airports, security checks, and long hours on the plane. Alice's thoughts were a whirlwind, her mind replaying every moment with Steve, every argument, every kiss.
When she finally arrived in Tokyo, the once vibrant energy of the city was now gone due to Thanos's actions. The streets didn't buzz with life like they used to. Alice had always loved the city's chaotic charm, but now it was completely different. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead.
Union Bar was tucked away in a narrow alley, a hidden gem known only to those who needed its services. Alice pushed open the door, the familiar creak bringing back a flood of memories. The bar was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and the hum of quiet conversations. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face.
Hiro, the owner and bartender, was behind the counter, his sharp eyes missing nothing. He looked up as she entered, a flicker of recognition crossing his features. "Indigo," he greeted, his voice warm despite the hard edge it usually carried. "It's been a long time."
Alice managed a smile, though it felt fragile. "Too long, Hiro. And it's Alice now."
He motioned for her to sit at the bar, pouring her a drink without asking what she wanted. "So, Alice, what brings you back here? Thought you were done with this life."
Alice took the drink, the burn of the alcohol a welcome distraction. "I am. But things have a way of pulling you back."
Hiro nodded, his gaze steady. "I get that. Sometimes the past doesn't let go so easily."
She looked around the bar, memories of her time as 'Indigo' flooding back. This place was once her sanctuary, a place where she could lose herself in the chaos of her mercenary work. Hiro had been more than just an employer; he had been a friend and a mentor.
"Do you remember the tattoos you did for me back then?" Alice asked, her voice filled with nostalgia.
Hiro smiled, his eyes softening at the memory. "How could I forget? Each one told a story, a piece of who you were."
Alice traced a finger over the snake tattoo on her arm, a symbol of her past. "They meant a lot to me. Still do."
Hiro poured himself a drink, raising his glass in a silent toast. "I'm glad. You were always one of my best canvases."
