Marmalade was ready to beg. She was ready for death. It would be better than the state she was in. The young blonde-brunette could barely stand. She couldn't recover the energy to get herself up. Her left ankle was broken while her right shoulder was dislocated. Bumps, bruises, and—possibly—infected cuts ruined her once beautiful, smooth olive-tan skin.
Her chest heaved with each painful breath she took. Marmalade was certain a few ribs were broken. She had only been there a few days. Those few days were like a trip to hell for her.
After taking a shallow gulp of air, she whispered in a hoarse, cracked voice, "I love you, Tony." A faint smile crawled onto her face. But it disappeared when the door to the room open. Wormwood stood before her. Marmalade's broadsword was held in his right hand, while her thrusting dagger was in the other. The dark elf grinned savagely at his pathetically weak captive.
Coulson drove a black vehicle to New Orleans, Louisiana. It didn't have the Shield logo on the sides. The agent went in disguise. He had sunglasses hiding his eyes, and a straight-face, making him look serious and professional. An agent had managed to find Marmalade's tracer. It was his job to determine the exact location of Wormwood's hideout.
"Coulson, how close are you to the designated area?" asked Agent Hill, speaking into his earpiece from the Helicarrier.
"Five more miles," Coulson answered as he took a turn. The agent found himself in the shady side of the city. It seemed darker than the rest of the city. Unwelcoming. Some of the people were huddled together, talking and smoking and drinking, hobos sat around small pits of fire with empty metal cans, gangs snickered at the occasional passerby and shoved them around when they walked by.
Coulson frowned softly but thought little of it as he continued down the street.
The agent parked the car in front an old, tall, abandoned-looking warehouse. He studied the building before speaking, "Looks to be an old warehouse. It appears abandoned, but that doesn't mean it is, right?"
"We'll the send the Avengers out and alert the local police force immediately."
Coulson nodded once before driving off. His frown deepened lightly. He worried about Marmalade. They had a special connection. He thought of the young agent as his baby sister. Phil sighed softly as the car stopped in front of a red light. He pulled out his phone, and looked at a picture of them many years ago. Marmalade was twelve, and just accepted as a true agent of Shield. A smile appeared.
Honk!
The agent glanced at the rear-view mirror, then in front of him. A green light. Coulson cleared his throat as he put his phone down and drove off. Just as he left, the light changed to yellow. Multiple cars were honking at him now. The agent simply smirked.
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Steve sat in his cabin in the Helicarrier, staring at the window. All he could see were clouds, sometimes the green sea below. He felt awful. He worried about a girl he had just barely met. He sighed deeply as he grabbed a cracker and bit on it softly. After swallowing, he finally spoke, "Her being captured has taken affect on a lot of you."
Natasha's gaze dropped to the floor. She sat across from him. "She earned a reputation. She was innocent."
Steve blinked before glancing at the red-haired woman, "Innocent?"
"At the time. After going through Shield's difficult and advanced training, the innocence disappeared. She started thinking like an agent." Then she smirked. "Only sometimes, though. Marmalade can be as immature as Tony at times, but smart and strategic like Fury almost. She's the 'free spirit' of Shield. And we're going to get her back. Today."
Tony's jaw was set as he fixed a few of the suit's minor damages. He was determined to see the end of Wormwood.
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Another chapter that'll glue the pieces together. There be a considerable amount of action in the next one. Promise!
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