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 need my right-hand gal. The girl who doesn't let me get into trouble alone."
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Flying back to Germany I manage a solid uninterrupted five hours before placing myself back in the control room with the Task Force. Natasha seems to be in the same position as me. Placing a cup of coffee before the both of us as we wait patiently for news. It's been twenty-four hours since I left the warehouse. In that time I'm hoping they made it out of Germany; took a ferry or a flight out of the country and into another with hopefully no extradition. It'd certainly make matters progressively more difficult on our governments part.
It didn't take much convincing for Aunt May to allow us to momentarily borrow Peter. Tony spent what's coming up to sixteen hours on the kid's suit. I stopped by when he was putting the finishing touches in place and I have to admit, I'm a little jealous. Hands down better than the onesie. Tony had re-joined the control room an hour ago. Natasha and I watching him pace back and forth in front of the glass pane. I can see he's anxious to get Steve. If we don't the governments going to go after them and who knows if they will even decide to take them alive. Having us bring them in gives them a better chance of survival.
"We've got a hit!"
Glancing at Nat I'm rushing out of the conference room to gaze over the map their pulling up. "Where?" Natasha questions the agent who's pulled up a street corner near the edge of the city. They should've been out by now. Why didn't they get out?
"Facial recognition caught Mr. Sam Wilson."
"Idiot," I mutter, glaring at him on the screen "Fucking idiot."
"What're they doing there?" Tony thinks aloud from my other side.
Furrowing my brows at the street corner, I instruct the agent who pulled up the map "Search for transports in a two mile radius. Bus stops, airfields, car parks, ferry companies."
Tapping away at his keyboard, the agent zooms in on what I think is an airport "Closest transport is an airfield. Located on the edge of Germany."
"Suit up", Tony orders us, spinning on his heel "We're going to bring them in."
