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 didn't hesitate to run with me in Romania when you knew it would mean sacrificing your own freedom. That's when I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life fighting just as hard to protect you"
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Tumbling through Strange's portal as it's swept over me, the floor immediately changes from an unstable rock to a clean and level polished white. This change knocks me clumsily off my feet, my body tripping to fall against the flat tiled floor. My heart beating erratically I choke on the sob sitting in my throat. Running on replay in my head is the nanite blade Thanos drives into Tony's side, his fearful chocolate eyes which had rested on me.
"Addie..."
Feeling something grab my shoulder I don't attempt to shake the trance from my mind, flicking my wrist out and defensively blasting back whoever had touched me. I hear the crash and protectively I fling my arms up before me ready to blast the next attacker. Frantically I scrabble backward to get away from the threat, my eyes so wide and erratic I can't settle on anything in front of me. Everything and everyone is too faded out and I cant focus through my panic. I'm in a defensive frenzy as my mind runs on overdrive from the events of the last ten seconds. My back hits a sturdy surface and I'm no longer able to scrabble across the floor.
My fitful breathing filling my ear I duck my head, trying to regain my choked breathing and gain my baring but I can't. My body's in fight or flight and I can't shut the intensity down. Besides the state of consternation, I'm swept up in a storm of denial and grief. As I vaguely hear someone command 'Go get him. Now. Run' I duck my head into my defensively raised knees. Tony can't be dead. He just... can't be. "Addie you're having a panic attack" A voice speaks through the frantic emotions I can't sift my way through "You need to breathe." In the buried under the alarm pulsating through my brain I know I can trust them. It's instinctive. Gritting my teeth I try to breathe. Choking on my intake of air. Yet every time I replay that sharp nanite blade slicing into Tony's side.
I never saw him die though. It's not definitive merely perspective surrounding the unknown. Although when it replays once again in my mind I feel myself choke on another sob seeing his dark eyes split wide in fright. It's as if Tony knew it was his end- why he'd searched for me. "It can't have..." I sob out through erratic tears, shaking my head in utter denial "N-o."
