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 can't believe out of a hundred thousand sperms you came out victorious."
"What can I say? I'm an excellent swimmer."
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"Unexplainable occurrence in Tokyo", I wondrously mumble under my breath, biting into my slice of toast "Mystical lights in the sky... Seems legit enough." Flipping through the paper I get halfway through the report before I hear Jackson's bedroom door creak open. Peering over I send a small friendly smile to the black haired beauty attempting to sneak out quietly. "Morning", I call over to her, dark eyes frantically snapping to me at the dining table. Waving my toast around to the caught out girl, I mention nicely "Toasts on the bench if you want any."
Padding across the hardwood, she conjures up a shy smile "Thank you." Breezing past me, she snatches up a piece before I hear the front door shut awkwardly behind her.
Noticing Jackson's fluffy blonde hair poke out of his bedroom I roll my eyes at the satisfaction written across his face. "Was she that good?" I question him, sipping on my glass of orange juice.
"She was alright", Jackson shrugs me off wandering past to grab a piece of toast from the bench "She's no Irene but still... nice."
Placing the paper down on the table, I eye Jackson off as he takes a seat beside me. Watching the man shovel the breakfast into his mouth like an animal, I lean back in my chair arms folded "I can't believe out of a hundred thousand sperms you came out victorious."
"What can I say", Jackson mutters through a mouthful of a bread, a smug smirk on his lips "I'm an excellent swimmer." Snickering I take the paper and smack it over Jackson's head, taking my plate to the dishwasher. "I think you need to get laid Addie", Jackson decided to bring up "Make you less uptight."
"I'm not like you. They don't make me laugh, I don't sleep with them", I fire back at Jackson "Simple." Rounding the kitchen, I grab up my phone from the table "Besides I rather enjoy the awkward looks I get every morning from the girls you bring back. Really kick starts my day."
Wandering into Jackson's spare bedroom that has been my home for four long months I scroll through a message sent by Steve. Apparently, Wanda went MIA with Vision and they cannot track either parties. Their last known location was Italy. Steve mentioned that I'm more than welcome to give them a hand in tracking Wanda and Vision down. Politely declining I send the hot water rushing through the pipes, filling the bathroom in a warm fog.
