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're in love with him."
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I've sat in an uncomfortable, icy silence with Steve for the past half an hour as Tony and Natasha work to clean up the mess we've made. Sam left fifteen minutes ago, mentioning something about a bite to eat. I'm fairly certain that is just an excuse to escape the confined office. I can't find it in me to mad about it. Wouldn't want to be trapped in here with us like this either. Neither of us are speaking or even looking at each other. The last time I glanced across the table at Steve his stony gaze was set on the glass table. Unmoved and furious.
Yet despite the thick tension hanging in the air Steve is the last thing on my mind. I've been obsessing over the surveillance footage of Bucky on one of the many screens. The staff seem to have been working to set up the protective pod which confines his cell into place. Preparing him for the safety of the psychologist who is meant to evaluate us all. Bucky's expression remains deflated throughout the entire ordeal. Spending a year and a half on the run as a semi-free man I can't imagine how defeated Bucky must be feeling to be locked back up once again.
"How long" Silently spinning in my chair I revert my attention down the other end of the table to see Steve's gaze still furiously set on the mahogany table furnishing. "How long have you and he been..."
"A year and six months", I inform him curtly from the other end of the office. Biting his lip Steve nods once. His gaze not once lifting from the mahogany table. Fiddling with my nails nervously, I try to hide the shake in my voice when I divulge "I wanted to tell you the day he showed up but..." Trailing off I leave my words hanging in the air. No explanation I could provide Steve is going to excuse the secret I kept. Removing my hands from the table I sink further into the leather chair. Praying it will evolve to grow teeth and swallow me whole.
"Showed up?"
Lifting my gaze I notice Steve look at me for the first time since entering the room. Still the consequences of what I kept continue to be glaringly apparent. Rolling my lip, I argue honestly "It's not like I went seeking him out Steve. I'd been on the run too- if you don't remember." Leaning against the mahogany table, I explain carefully treading over the eggshells. "He found me in New Orleans. He must've tracked or followed me from Washington to Tony's tower after I'd checked on you in the hospital."
