Prolog

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His Hand swiftly moved over the page, in his head he had her image. Every detail. Her hair. Her smirk. Her eyes.
He stopped for a second and looked up. Around him was nothing. He remembered the buildings behind him. But in front of him he saw Trees and grass - Nature.
He breathed in deeply and looked back down on his drawing. He smiled softly, brushing over her face with his fingers.
He missed her... He sighted and started to continue on the drawing, until he heard someone come closer. He turned around and saw a men. He was smiling at him "Steve?" Steve looked at him, his glance showed so many emotions.
Worry. Sadness. Hope.
"I've got some news..." Steve nodded and looked back onto the drawing. "They know she helped you..." Steves head shot up "what? Where? Is she..." "She's fine." "Where is she?" The men scratched his neck and Steve got up "T'Challa? Where is she?!" He shot him an apologizing look. "She disappeared... We lost her in Miami...".
Steve stood there not able to do anything. She was gone. His last Source to know she was okay. His last communication with her. It was gone. He looked at him for a moment.
"I need to find her."

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