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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"Bucky asked me to marry him."
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One week later and I've still heard nothing from Carol on Tony. I'd been getting up in the hopes she would've brought him back, wandering into the kitchen hoping to see Tony complaining we're all too messy to live with. After the third day, I couldn't bring myself to get up. It feels like a weight pressing on my chest so hard I can hardly breathe. The guilt, the grief, the sadness. Losing him and Bucky has been too much for me to handle. As the days move on I can feel the hope inside me dying, the light going out. I saw the blade go through Tony, watched his eyes snap wide in shock. That's a deadly wound. Then again maybe he was dusted and it doesn't matter if he's wounded or not. Part of me knows I'm projecting this hope on Carol because I can't face the fact that Tony's dead. I can't when I haven't even been able to face the fact that Bucky's gone too. I feel like I'm a Jenga tower. One wrong move will send me crashing down.
Perhaps I already have.
The most productive thing I've done is break into a heavyweight American evidence facility located in Ohio. Apparently, that's where Bucky's things were transferred after his arrest since everything was seized when we tried to run in Romania. It's not like anyone was around to stop me, half the American forces have been reduced to nothing. Who's going to care if I portal inside and steal back what should've remained with me? Sitting up in my guest sheets I grab one of Bucky's journals from the cardboard box. I know this is an invasion of privacy but... he's gone. I need to do something which makes me feel close to him like Bucky's still here. Instead of dwelling on it, I flip to a random page.
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