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 and I are gonna have words."
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"Get in line."
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"I'm positively shaking."
We are transported in a separate convoy from Bucky much to my disdain. We've driven from Romania to Berlin since apparently the rest of our team has been working out of their intelligence facility. I don't pay any mind to Sam or Steve who're sat behind me in the SUV nor to T'Challa who'd been placed beside me. None of us are in restraints but from the escorts surrounding the convey it doesn't seem like we have a say either. But it doesn't matter. None of it matters. My protective gaze remains on the big grey transport truck driving in front of us through the metal grate that is supposed to protect the drivers. We're a class A priority. If I wasn't so worried for Bucky I'd be complaining about how my ass fell asleep two hours ago amongst a tacky love song.
"So... you like cats?"
"Sam."
"What?" Sam defends his question behind me "Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don't want to know more?"
I do.
After a long silent pause, Steve asks T'Challa "Your suit...It's vibranium?"
Glancing curiously over to T'Challa, I raise my brow as he continues to stare straight ahead. "The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations", T'Challa explains to Steve "A mantel passed from warrior to warrior. And now, because your friend murdered my father, I also wear the mantel of King."
