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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"Don't tell me you have an evil twin lurking which I don't know about"
"As far as I know I don't"
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One year later and I'm still sitting in this godforsaken cell. Or has it been nine months? Either way that is how long it's been since Natasha had sworn to me that they'd been working to get me into max instead of keeping me locked away down here in a SHIELD black site facility. Between their black ops missions, Natasha and Steve would come to keep me company. It was during one of these visits that they'd told me Fury and Tony had been filing appeal after appeal to the World Security Council. Since I remain sitting in this dark void it's safe to presume it's been denied every time. As much as I want to blame the World Security Council I don't purely for the fact that I have plunged 62 countries onto the brink of bankruptcy and killed 15 times that.
I love to see Natasha and Steve but I'm missing Tony desperately. According to Steve, the black site is on the outskirts of Washington and unless you have a SHIELD clearance of 9 or higher then you aren't deemed access. Hence why I haven't seen him. Whenever Natasha or Steve visit they never fail to give me something to smile about for which I'm eternally grateful for it has given me a moment of solitude from the abyss I'm constantly plunged into.
To say the fear has taken over would be an understatement of the century. Anxiety attacks always follow every time the lights go out and I'm left gasping for air as I drown in the darkness. With nothing to keep me centered I'm left trying to catch my breath until the lights turn back on.
Candice tries to help me when they go out, her voice echoing across the corridor telling me to breathe and to try and find a happy place to go to. For the first couple of months I tried, I really did, but it was futile. My mind would only take me back here into the pitch black void that makes me lose touch with my senses. When the lights turn on I would ask Candice questions, learn about her to take my mind off the inevitable. She is a mother of two boys, one who she believes has graduated and is going to some ivy league college if her timeline is to be exact. When she speaks about her kids her vibrant personality dampens slightly, a dazed far off look shrouding her green eyes. She did steal the identity of millionaires after killing them and dumping their bodies into the Pacific but despite this, my heart when out to her as she longs for her children.
