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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"I think he's ready... or lost."
"Don't be an ass."
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"It's like you just want to rub that in my face now", Jackson mentions when I come waltzing in through his bar with my Patriots jersey.
"I think it suits me better" I comment giving him a twirl, my smug victorious grin never wavering.
With a roll of his eyes, I lean against the bar Jackson's wiping down, "What's on the agenda today? Stealing candy from babies? Murder if the creep holed up in your room? Jenga karaoke party?"
Tilting my head, I slowly clap my hands "I honestly gotta applaud your creativity on that one Jack's." Smirking, he makes a little eccentric twirl of his hand. "I'm taking him to the markets a couple blocks down," I flip my hair over my shoulder "My friend and I are heading down as soon as he's ready."
Nodding Jackson glances behind me and judging by the way he's furrowing his brows I assume Bucky's outside. Sighing, I roll my head catch sight of Bucky standing outside of the bar. His mess of dark hair is flailing about as he erratically searches the streets for me in his red sweater. Jacket layered over to fight off the chill hanging onto the air. I don't think he's actually been out on the street since arriving... "I think he's ready", Jackson comments behind me "Or he's lost."
