Not Always what it Seems to Be

by Fb-PHE13

Amelia Earhart B has grown up at the orphanage for most of her life since she was a baby. Her best friend, Victoria, has always claimed she was related to the two famous assassins, Black Widow and Hawkeye. But Amelia always denies that claim, ignoring the facts that she looks so much like them. But when things go downhill, she must learn to accept the facts to aid her new family.

1. Prologue

A swift, dark figure pressed to the shadows, darting along carefully and silently, a wrapped bundle in their arms. The bundle shifted and the figure gently moved their arm and touched their finger tip to the baby's nose, calming her. As the figure then moved close to a light post, the gleam gave a picture to this figure's face.

It was a young woman, hair hidden behind the cloak hood, but her blue eyes were red and puffy, showing she had been crying. Glancing away from the baby, she made sure that the coast was clear before heading quickly toward a tall building. Her movements were stiff, showing she was nervous. Glancing around again, she moved the blanket around the baby's face and gently brought her up, kissing the child's head softly. The baby, who was fast asleep, was then placed down carefully in front of the door, the woman taking a note from her pocket and placing it on the blanket.

"Goodbye," the woman whispered softly, reaching up her hand and pressing on the doorbell before darting away, melting into the shadows. A man peered out; spotting the baby wrapped in a black blanket and opened the door, crouching down next to the young child.

"You poor thing," he murmured softly, picking up the baby carefully and standing, heading back inside the building and closing the door behind him, locking it.

"Frederick," a voice called and the man looked up from the baby, seeing his wife walking out of their bedroom. "What's going on?"

"Someone left their baby, Anne."

Anne rushed over quickly and peered at the baby, eyes softening. "Well, there's enough room in the nursery for another baby, thankfully; next to Victoria." She then spotted the note and gently picked it up, careful not to disturb the baby. "Amelia Earhart B.," she murmured, half to herself. "Well, someone took the time to name their child, at least."

Frederick nodded in agreement before following his wife upstairs, both silently passing the rooms where other kids slept and broke off into a right hallway, stopping in front of a sky blue painted door. Anne carefully opened the door and slipped inside, heading to a crib to fix it up as her husband rocked the child gently.

Anne soon gestured to him to bring the child over, and Frederick obeyed, walking over to his wife and gently placing Amelia into the crib. "Goodnight, Amelia," he murmured softly before creeping away. Anne gazed down at the chubby baby sadly before following her husband.

"I wonder why someone left her," Anne mused when the door was carefully closed.

Frederick gently gripped her arm and patted it softly. "So do I," he replied softly. "But the best we can do is give these children a place to stay and grow, and hopefully see their parents again."

"I know," his wife replied softly, "I know."

I am alive! And yes, this story is on Fb-PHE13's DeviantArt page. And yes, Fb-PHE13 is me. So, I am not stealing.