So... This is the sequel with a new OC! I hope you like the way I did this, because I do!
Chapter One
Amelia watched the woman closely... Her blonde hair curled so it was barely above her collarbone, the light blue dress bringing out her green eyes that were stuck behind broad glasses. The dress she wore was tight fitting until her waist, where it naturally flowed until the ground; a slit leading up to her mid thigh; no one would suspect that the woman actually had a pistol and two combat knives under that dress.
But Amelia did... She knew because she had been watching this woman for months now and she had only come to the conclusion that she would be the perfect replacement for her.
"Why do keep coming to these things?" Steve whispered into the doctor's ear, not feeling comfortable in the crowded room.
It was the third gala this month and Steve was beginning to get annoyed.
Smirking, Amelia pressed closer to the soldier; leaning into his ear so that he lips touched his neck, causing him to shiver. "Because of that woman over there in the blue dress... She's a bodyguard for some rich man named; Richard Clegor."
"And we are stalking her because...?" He raised an eyebrow, looking down at his beloved.
"She's going to replace me at Shield." Amelia simply stated, her eyes going back to the woman. "But just to make sure... I've organized a little test."
Before Steve could ask her what she met, five butlers drew out their guns and shot the ceiling; causing several screams.
The soldier was quick to protect his love, covering her with his own body. Amelia placed her hand on his shoulder and pointed towards the woman they had been watching only seconds before, telling him to watch her.
Before the butlers even got out their guns, the woman walked over to the first one and knocked him out quickly. After the shots had been fired; she then proceeded to reach within her dress and taken out her two combat knives and unarmed the other two. Picking up the unconscious butler's pistol, the woman pointed then at the remaining attackers.
"Put down your guns slowly, and no one will get hurt. " Her voice was calm, soothing almost. It was almost like she was singing a lullaby to a young child, it just seemed to be at a constant calm.
The two men shared a look and pointed their guns at her. The redhead speaking for the both of them. "I don't think you have the-"
Two shots fired, the woman had shot the gun holders through the knees; making them crippled. "I don't care much for your tone."
Slowly everyone stood up, Steve and Amelia slightly impressed of how well the woman had dealt with the situation.
Folding his arms, Steve nodded. "Okay, what's her name?"
"Lydia Amunet Osborn," She grinned, hooking her arm with his and walking slowly towards Lydia. "A U.S. Marine sniper with a very unique gift... She has eidetic memory, she can remember anything she reads, hears and sees."
"Now I know why you like her so much," He laughed, smiling as they caught up to the Marine.
Hearing footsteps behind her, Lydia turned to meet the eyes of a handsome couple that everyone would recognize if they read any history book about World War Two. Raising an eyebrow, the woman put her pistol back into it's holster while disengaging the other and throw it to the ground. "Can I help you?"
"Yes." The beautiful woman grinned, looking up at the man she clung to. "I'm Amelia, this is my husband; Steve-"
"I know who you are," Lydia deadpanned. "Just kind of thought, you know, you were dead."
Steve cleared his throat, trying to hide his smile as his wife pursed her lips; studying the Marine closely before replying. "Yes, well... Officially we aren't alive. But that's not why we are here, we are here to talk to you. I have a proposition for you and I don't think you'll decline."
"Oh?" The Marine raised an eyebrow, placing her hands on her hips. "And what makes you so confident? Do you know how much Mr. Clegor is paying me?"
"Yes, but I think that you find it as unsatisfying as I think it is." Amelia took a step forward, unhooking her arm with Steve's. "I know all about what you and your husband did while in the Marines, all those missions... I'm offering a similar proposition, but not as a soldier."
Lydia was openly tense from the mention of her dead husband. "What do you mean?"
Taking another step forward so the doctor could whisper in Lydia's ear, a smirk graced Amelia's lips. "I'm giving you a personal invitation to a front row seat to the biggest show on earth... Shield."
"And what if I say no?"
"Then I will be very disappointed," The doctor sighed, tucking her long hair behind her ear. "I have high hopes for you, Lydia Osborn."
Chewing her lip, the Marine nodded. "If it's better than bodyguard with a man with a large walter with a larger ego, then you have a deal."
Amelia grinned, turning back to her husband and dug through the inside of his jacket, when she turned back around; the doctor held a card. "Be here tomorrow morning, before eight. Show them the card and they should let you right in."
Lydia studied the card closely, it only said Shield and on the back held an address. Looking back up, the Marine saw that the infamous couple had left. She looked around, only seeing her employer walked towards her with a sour face as always.
"The nerve! I plan on suing the host to this party! How dare he-"
"I quit." Lydia cut him off, turning on her heel and leaving before Richard could argue.
She didn't live far from the gala, she could easily walk there; it was only about a quarter of a mile.
Reaching her apartment, Lydia started to throw off her shoes and take off the holster and gun, then went to take off her dress.
Walking around her apartment in only black lace underwear, the woman walked towards the pictures on the wall. There was one with her and her parents, her best friends and fellow Marines. But mainly the wall was covered with pictures of her and her husband; Jared Osborn.
When they were first dating, when they got engaged, when they got married. The newest one was about six years old; two months before he died.
She, Jared and the rest of their team had gathered around to take a picture. They all were in their uniforms in Afghanistan, where they were station for the time being.
Life was so much simpler for them back then... All they had to do was follow orders and try to stay alive.
Reaching forward, Lydia took a picture off the wall. It was only Jared in it this time... He was smiling comfortably at the camera, knowing that Lydia was taking it. They were in Central Park, babysitting Lydia's niece and nephew while their parents were buying groceries. It was the first time they had talked about having children and they both agreed that when they got out of the Marines that they would start trying...
Lydia traced the picture with her fingers, her throat swelling with emotion. "Am I doing the right thing, Jared?"
Of course there was answer, but Lydia wish there was.
Sighing, the Marine put down the picture and walked to her bedroom; not even bothering to put on any pajamas and climbed into bed.
000
The next morning, Lydia didn't even bother showering; only combed through her hair. She changed into a sports bra and loose black tank, with neon pink fitness bootie short and Nike's; it was her usual attire. She wasn't much for wearing pants, they were too constricting and barely owned any. She did have lots of shorts, yoga pants and tights... It's just what she was comfortable in.
Lydia climbed into her 2009 black Camaro around seven-thirty and peeled out of the parking garage quickly; following her GPS to the address that was on the back of the card. It was about a twenty minute drive to this large building, there was a checkpoint and Lydia drove up to it.
There were several guards dressed in combat clothes, holding guns.
"Identification." A man ordered.
Holding out the card, the Marine took note to the fact that the man had his finger on the trigger. Studying the card closely, suddenly it flashed into a identification card. The man nodded and handed it back to Lydia, letting her pass without any problems.
The building was truly an amazing sight. Huge and covered with reflective windows and as she pulled up to the entrance, Lydia saw that there was a man waiting for her.
Parking the car, the man just simply walked to the driver's side and took Lydia's place and drove it towards the parking lot.
Blinking a few times, the soldier shrugged and turned towards the building. But as she entered, she only saw a single desk with a male typing away on a computer. There was no one around and the desk attendant didn't even look up from the keyboard as he pointed to the elevator behind him. "The very top floor."
"Good Morning to you, too" Lydia grumbled, walking into the elevator.
She noticed that the elevator was more glass and could look out at other buildings, it was actually an amazing sight. Lydia watched as the other building got further away, then looked up at the sky. It had been a long time since she just looked at the sky...
The elevator dinged and Lydia heard two men entered, after a few more floors; two more men entered into the elevator. Without turning around, Lydia could hear the men rest their hands on their weapons; shifting one foot to the other.
Sighing, the soldier finally turned and looked between the men; looking bored. "Four bodyguards for little old me? What do you think I'll do? Destroy the place?"
The one closest to the doors looked over his shoulder, giving her a casual tone. "Fury says you're on the threat list and we can't take any chances."
"Fury?" Lydia raised an eyebrow, but no one answered.
They remained silent until the doors dinged opened and revealed a huge lab, with dozens of workers running about, but then there was Amelia. She was sitting at her desk in the middle of the room, talking with her husband about something. Steve was leaning against the desk, his back to the elevator.
Without even waiting for the bodyguards to move, the soldier shoved past them and walked straight to Amelia; dodging scientists.
Hearing the elevator, the doctor looked away from her husband and smiled at Lydia. "I'm glad you decided to join Shield."
"Glad that I'm seen as a threat." She pointed to the guards behind her.
Steve turned around and nodded. "According to your teammates, you could take down Shield without any problems."
The soldier remained stone faced as she crossed her arms. "Don't talk about them or my time in the Marines."
She watched as Amelia gave her husband a pointed look before walking around her desk; showing off the skin tight black dress and red heels. The doctor hooked her arm with Lydia's and lead her towards her private office. "I apologize for my husband, he used to having casual conversations with soldiers about their service in the military..."
Lydia didn't reply, only let the woman lead her to the office.
As soon as the door closed, Amelia smiled at the soldier; walking over to the desk. She opened a draw and held out a tablet. "This is the most important item in Shield history... This tablet as any and all information about everything about Shield, the S.S.R. and it's now yours. You are going to memorize everything on here while you train."
"Train?" Lydia raised an eyebrow, grabbing the tablet and scanning through it.
"You may be a great soldier," The doctor took a seat at her desk and crossed her legs. "And in my experience? Soldiers don't last in the spy game. So, Shield's best is going to train you into a spy."
Taking a seat in a empty chair, the soldier meet Amelia's eye with confusion. "But Steve's-"
"Was trained in gymnastics and martial arts, and has years of experience in the field." Amelia straightened out her dress. "I'm not saying that you are not a good fighter or anything... It's just that the Marines' combat skills are not to Shield's standards."
"I'm sure there's a compliment somewhere in that sentence..." Lydia smirked, tucking her hair behind her ear. "But only my combat skills, right?"
The doctor chewed her lip and shrugged. "We are required to at least test you on your aim; ranging from knife throwing to archery. Its only a precaution really, in your case."
Nodding, Lydia stood up from the chair. "So when do I start?"
"Right now..."
0000
Amelia and Steve had relieved the four bodyguards and escorted the soldier to the lower levels, were the gym was awaiting them. The soldier stood behind the couple and couldn't help but study them.
Every once and awhile the two would brush hands, hooking their pinkies and letting go in the next second. Shield must have a policy about public displays of affections, but Lydia was honestly surprised that they could keep their hands off each other for so long.
It was obvious that they have been recently married... Back when Lydia and her husband first got married, it seemed that they always needed to touch. It made the soldier's heart ache when she thought about Jared.
The elevator dinged and Amelia smiled at Lydia. "There are actually three people you are going to meet..." She walked out of the elevator and towards a man wearing a suit, watching two people spare on the mats. Amelia tapped his shoulder and when he he turned; the man grinned and the two embraced.
Steve looked over at the soldier. "Go ahead. I have to go, uh... Study."
Lydia nodded and exited the elevator, just as the doctor turned to her with a smile and signaled her to come over. The soldier complied and walked to join Amelia's side while the suited man next to her studied her her closely. "Lydia, this is Phil Coulson. I hope you two will be able to get along because you are going to be with each other a lot."
"Lydia Osborn," She stuck her hand out, standing as though she was meeting a high ranking general; still holding onto the tablet that Amelia gave her "A pleasure to meet you, sir."
Phil took the woman's hand and shook it firmly. "Amy told me a little about you... Glad for you to join the team."
"Team?"
"Hawkeye and Black Widow." Amelia pointed to the two sparring on the mat, smirking slightly at the two. "A.k.a Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff."
Clint and Natasha stopped sparring once they heard their names, looking at the three people watching them. Barton smirked when he saw the blonde wearing neon pink bootie shorts, enjoying the view of the toned legs.
"Keep dreamin, Clint." Natasha shook her head, walking past him and up the stairs; Hawkeye following behind.
Barton was the first to smile, while Natasha just watched the newcomer with cold, analyzing eyes. But before he could say anything, the woman's voice cutting through the silence like a knife.
"How old are you?"
Lydia was shocked by the question, but answered calmly. "Thirty-eight... Why do you ask?"
"No reason," Natasha shrugged, giving a side glance to her partner; who only smirked at her.
"Anyway, you are going to whip Lydia into shape." The doctor grinned, moving her long hair to her back. Then she looked at her watch and sighed. "Well, I have to go to a meeting with ..."
Amelia simply strutted back to the elevator and pushed the button, then climbed on; without a single wave to the four.
"You don't look thirty-eight." Coulson said, looking at Lydia with a small smile.
Lydia raised an eyebrow, looking down at herself then looked between the three. "How old do I look?"
The agent shrugged. "Twenty."
"Keep saying stuff like that and I might swoon, Mr. Coulson." Lydia laughed. It seemed that this was the first time she really laughed ever since Jared died. Looking towards Clint and Natasha, the soldier shifted the tablet in her hands. "So, where do we start?"
"With me." Black Widow stated, turning on her heel and walked back to the mats.
Watching her walk, the soldier sighed and held out the tablet to Coulson. "Watch that for me?"
Before he could answer, Lydia walked after the spy.
"Good luck!" Barton called after her.
SOOO? What do you think? And what do you think I should pair Lydia with? Clint, Phil or Bruce?
And just to clarify? Amelia is like the head honcho at Shield, she knows everything and usually gets the last vote to any plans.
Any more questions? I would LOVE to answer them!
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