"Mr. Stark... Yeah, it's me Ophelia. Hi, it's nice to talk to you again too," Ophelia smiled sadly. "Oh, my p-parents? Um... That's why I'm calling you." Ophelia was silent for a few moments before continuing. "They were murdered, Mr. Stark." She told him as tears formed in her puffy swollen eyes.

Ophelia landed on the mat beneath her huffing and puffing, Natasha held her in a submission move. "I give, I give! Uncle!" Ophelia cried out, slamming her hand on the mat. Natasha let her go and stood up, wiping sweat from her brow.

"You're getting better, you're just a bit slow still." Natasha commented as she reached for her water bottle.

"You're still a bit slow." Ophelia quipped with an eye roll. Natasha glared at her, throwing some water on her in retaliation . "Ugh, yes. I love it when you get me wet!" Ophelia joked with a smirk on her face causing Nat to choke on her water.

"Can I please not hear you talk like that when I walk in the room?" Bucky grimaced at the two, closing the door to the training room behind him.

"Anything for you, daddy." Ophelia winked, now sitting up rubbing her thighs.

Natasha laughed as Bucky looked at Ophelia with wide eyes and a blank expression, "Oh God, I'm leaving." She stated, still laughing.

Ophelia walked over to her belongings to pack everything up, "Peace out, Bucknasty. See ya on the flip side." She gave him a peace sign and walked out.

"You're so weird." Bucky chuckled to himself watching Ophelia leave the room.

Ophelia walked down the hall of the compound where she bumped into Tony. "Hey Mr. Stank! Know when Clint is going to be back? He promised he'd train me because my accuracy is still a little off." She admitted sheepishly.

Tony sighed, "Rhodey really isn't going to let that go, is he?" Ophelia laughed quietly, "Uh, I'm not sure kid, to be honest. Why don't you take a break for a while? You've been working yourself too hard." He patted her on the shoulder.

"I'm just trying to get better. I need to contribute somehow, it doesn't feel right just sitting around the compound doing nothing. I want to help you and the team." Ophelia replied with raised brows.

"Right, right." Tony started. "Well for now, take a break until I hear from Barton. Okay? Okay, good." Tony told her walking off. He knew how badly Ophelia had wanted to join the team, he just wasn't sure if he was ready for her to join. She had been working so hard the past six months since she had moved in, and he was so incredibly proud of her progress, but if something happened to her out on the field... Tony would never be able to forgive himself.