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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"Something's wro-"
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When we finally make it back to the Quinn Jet I'm surprised to see T'Challa waiting for our arrival, Zemo's hands tied together as he sits on the ramp at T'Challa's feet. Despite the pain in my chest as we approach the pair I curl my fingers into a furious fist. Striding up to the ramp I ignore Steve's protests before I land a solid punch into the side of Zemo's head. The sheer force slams him to the floor of the jet and out cold. The only reason any of this occurred is because of him; the government finding Bucky, the arguing, the fighting. "Justice will answer injustice", T'Challa assures us when I come to stand beside Bucky. Even in my painful state, I wrap my arms around his torso, trying to give Bucky a half smile when his big blue eyes flutter down to me as I take some of his limp weight. "I apologise for the role I have played", T'Challa apologises to us, the sincerity clear in his voice "If there is ever anything I can do to repay for..."
His words become tuned out when I begin to cough in my hand, cringing painfully as my broken ribs contract. Feeling something sticky and wet come out into my hand I pull it back to see a think bloody substance spattered across my palm. Immediately I'm concerned. Any blood coming out of your body isn't a good sign. It's meant to remain on the inside where it belongs. "Adeline..." Bucky murmurs worriedly. My gaze peering up to his bloodied face I watch his attention flickering between me and my hand with panic written across his features.
My breath becoming short my other hand falls from Bucky's torso as I splutter up more blood, gasping to retain more air. "Something's..." trailing off I cough back into my hand, stumbling further into the Quinn Jet.
"Addie", Steve's voice urgently calls after me "Addie what's wrong."
Beginning to fall into a panic as I try to suck in more air I twirl around to try and explain only to fall into another coughing fit, more blood spluttering stickily from my lips. Stumbling forwards T'Challa catches me before I can hit the floor, laying me on the smooth surface before I do more damage to my body. "Something's wro-" Coughing up more blood I audibly gasp to pull back in the air I had coughed out. Hearing the thud of footsteps Bucky's suddenly stumbles up by my side. Not knowing what is happening to me, I fearfully stare up at the man I love "Bu-Bucky-"
