The fine line between good and bad is always blurred.
Living the life of a fugitive for over a decade, Adeline is approached about a job prospect. The mission is simple; recover the Tesseract.
Little did she know at the time, but that one decision...
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"You did read my file."
"Who'd you think suggested you be included in the Avengers Initiative, kid?"
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The air around the table is thick with tension at the news of Colson's death. Hill and Fury appeared indifferent, masking their obvious sorrow as they focus on the bridge around them and the destruction inflicted. Steve sits opposite of me on the triangular desk. His blue eyes downcast he stares at a single point on the glass table. Eyebrows pinched his sadness for losing a soldier is hard to ignore. Stark sat to my right, his head tilted to the floor as he refuses to look Fury in the eye. He's more difficult to read. Resting slumped in the black leather seat.
Although I'm sad for the loss I don't weep or cry. He seemed like a good, honest man which already makes him a better person then I'd ever be. What I'm feeling is guilt. Guilt that I couldn't save him from a fate he did nothing to deserve. Instead, I kept the carrier from falling as the bad events which occurred in the ship seemed to have just kept getting worse. Loki has disappeared with his scepter, Thor had apparently been dropped out of the sky in Loki's cage and into the North Atlantic, the Hulk jumped ship and nobody has a way of finding him.
And what did I do? I held up a stupid ship.
Leaning against the glass I toss the wrapper of my fourth protein bar into the trash can, sipping water through a straw. I'd passed out for an hour. Medics had me transferred to the infirmary. However, when I woke up I demanded to get back to the bridge wanting to know exactly what I'd missed. Besides Fury's 'Itoldyouso'glance nobody has said anything yet. All of us sitting silently as we mull over the devastation that has rocked the ship.
"These were in Phil Coulson's jacket. Guess he never got you to sign them" Fury speaks up, tossing the cards into the middle. Sweeping across the glass I can't help but zoom in on the bright red blood which stains the vintage Captain America set. Cautiously I watch Steve pick up one of the cards, eyebrows pinched with regret as he analyses it. "We're dead in the air up here. Our communications, location of the cube, Banner, Thor...I got nothing for you. Lost my one good eye", Fury insincerely chuckles "Maybe I had that coming." Fury pacing around the table I dejectedly return my gaze to stare out the window I'd previously collapsed in front of. "Yes, we were going to build an arsenal with the Tesseract. I have never put all my chips on that one number though because I was playing something even riskier." A moment of silence passes over us, "There was an idea...Stark knows this... called the Avengers Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people to see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them to. To fight the battles we never could. Phil Coulson died believing in that idea; in hero's."
