Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own the Avengers. But I do own Amber's life. This is dedicated to my friend from school

Captain America looked in horror as Amber was being held up against Loki with his staff slowly digging into her throat. Amber started reaching for the gun Shield decided to give her.

This is how it ended. But you need to read the story of how it started.

Amber was in the California police office with nothing in her possession but a faded hoodie and jar of soap. Amber sat quietly, and she didn't look up at the police in front of her. Her boot heel was tapping the floor while Amber waited to see what they were going to do to her.

She was accused for burning her house down and killing her entire family with the flames. That was not entirely true. What happened was that she didn't mean to do it, but it happened on accident in her sleep. Amber said it was because she forgot to wash her face that night. The police thought that was a terrible motive to wanting to burn down a house with your loved ones inside. Now she waited to hear her punishment for the monstrosity.

Amber thought about the horrific scene. She woke up when the flames started to grow. She was outside the house and was staring at a flame-engulfed house. She was already dressed in denim skinny jeans and a long sleeves black shirt. Her brown hair (which was recently dipped dyed blue) was not combed but her wrist was armed with a hair tie. She didn't braid it till after she got in the police van to be taken to the station.

One of the officers identified himself as Evan and said that his partner's name was Logan. Amber spent the last few hours thinking to her, but then the police came back into the room with their verdict ready to be stated.

"Get your things and follow me" the one called Logan said, stern as a military general. Amber got up, and she looked around to see if there were any more police coming to escort her.

Early court, Amber thought, to bad I don't have a lawyer or family to protect me. Oh that's right; I blew them all up! The other one, Evan, took her arm and awkwardly walked her out of the building.

The sun blinded her for a few seconds but when Amber's sight recovered, Amber saw a van parked in front. It wasn't a police vehicle of any sorts but it stood out from any other car. The van was all black, except for the spot on the side, which had a picture of a hawk. The back of the van had plastic flaps, which were also black. Amber didn't see a license plate on the vehicle and there were no logos pasted pushed Amber along, still holding her arm tightly, and then loaded into the van. Amber didn't say a word.

Evan sat in the back of the van with Amber so that meant Logan was driving. On the inside, Amber saw many guns hanging on the wall. On the opposite wall was a bench, where Amber and Evan sat. Bellow the guns were several computers that looked like they all had the same map on it. Amber started to get nervous because it didn't seem like they were going to court anymore. Logan started the van up, and it was already speeding in a minute. Amber couldn't tell how fast they were going, but since Evan was calm, she should be too.

"Where are we going?" Amber spoke at last. Neither man answered.

Amber slouched back into the bench. There were no windows, except for the windshield, which was blocked off from the back of the van because of the drivers seat. Amber slipped on the green hoodie and started playing around with the soap bottle. The van slammed to a stop and Amber was shoved forward. Amber almost fell out of the seat but she regained balance as she heard the distant humming of a motor.

Amber was definitely sure that she was not going to court now. The unwonted smell of gasoline filled the air was Evan pushed Amber out of the van. Logan stayed in the vehicle and drove away as Amber and Evan were loaded onto a seaplane. Evan's face was irrevocable with his agent glasses and stern expression. Amber tried to see their destination from the seat of the plane but the only sit was a tiny spec on the horizon. The seaplane started humming louder as it turned from the dock and to the open waters ahead.

Amber felt nervous; frankly Amber didn't know what was going on and where they were going anymore. Amber felt like she did when she woke up to see that her house was on fire. The plane was in the air now; Evan in the pilot seat and Amber behind him. They were going fast for a seaplane, which was odd to Amber because from her past experiences Amber saw they were slow as a turtle.

"Where are we going?" Amber asked again.

"To that tiny spec over there" Evan answered pointing ahead.

"How long until we reach it?"

"About five or six minutes."

Amber knew the distance already but she wanted to make sure if Evan would lie to her if she asked him anything. Amber looked past Evan and saw a giant boat littered with jets. The ship looked like something out of a war movie. Evan slowly descended into the boat and then pulled up for a smooth landing.

Amber hoped out of the plane and two men (dressed like Evan) came over and escorted her inside. Many people rushed past her as they entered but most were stationed at computers and monitor screens. Amber caught a glimpse of the head director of the place but Amber couldn't name him. Amber knew she would know it later. The men kept walking until they reached a door with the number 2509 plastered on the front.

They swiped a key card on the side of the door, and then opened it widely for Amber to see inside. There was a newly made bed with a bedside table, a bookshelf, a dark wood desk, a computer, and a stack of files on the desk. Amber stepped in and the men were closing the door. "Thank you Shield agents" Amber smiled. They looked at each other, shrugged, and shut the door leaving Amber to her own company. Amber didn't hear the name shield from anywhere. Nor did she read off any surface.

She just knew.