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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"Does that mean I can bend the elements? Like the Avatar?"
"Like the what?"
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Stealing a couple of dollars from a stranger on the street I find a phone booth, dialing the number I know off by heart. "Stark Towers, how may I help you?"
"Tony Stark please." Before she can advise me Tony's unavailable, I groan "Sparkles. He'll want to talk to me." The woman is quiet for a second before asking me to hold. The nail-biting music once again filling my ears. Leaning my head against the glass pane I try to keep my vision from blurring away. With blood loss beginning to settle in I decide that driving across America right now is not a fantastic idea.
"Adeline?" Tony's voice quickly rings over the line "Adeline are you alright?"
Chuckling lightly, I tell him "I might need you to whiz over here and get me." Leaning my body against the disgusting phone booth covered in grime I close my eyes, "Think you can send a jet my way considering I'm still a wanted fugitive?"
"Where're you?"
"I'm a street in Washington", I answer Tony vaguely, gaze lazily trailing around "In a phone booth that reeks of pee."
"Jarvis get a location on Adeline", Tony quietly instructs his AI "You give me twenty and I'll be in Washington."
Scoffing I disagree with Tony's assurance "You do not have a fast enough jet. Not even with all that money of yours."
"Not a jet Sparkles", Tony corrects me swiftly. Before I have the chance to second guess his remark Tony is hanging up, "Stay where you are. I'll see you soon."
Not even having enough energy to hang the phone back up I slide down the window of the phone booth to the grotty ground. Not caring about the horrific smell I close my eyes and try to seek a moment of comfort that just won't come. For one I'm sitting on a phone booth floor which I haven't done in years. A close second is the agony my shoulder is in. The bullet which has ripped through my shoulder has left me in an unbelievable amount of pain. The bullet sitting in the muscle tissue. Theres no exit wound to indicate otherwise. With the blood loss leaving me unable to stand I remain at the bottom of the phone booth like a drunk collage girl.
