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Chapter 4 – Adventurous vs Naive

Amy swallowed once, taking in what she had just been told. It didn't seem real. It didn't seem right. They'd already been through this. She had already been through this and what the hell did Nick mean he was back again? Her mahogany eyes stared at the floor, she swayed where she stood, and if it weren't for the soft hands of her trainer guiding her to her seat then she might have fainted. Amy sunk down in silence, only the raspy breathing of oncoming fear making a noise. She swallowed once and looked up.

"I-I...How? I thought we'd gotten rid of that guy you said was looking for me. I changed my name, I moved away, I stopped going on missions, I did everything you asked me to. Just how?" She begged her questions to Director Fury.

"Unfortunately, a high level agent was tracked down by Torture-"

"God, that codename sucks," Amy impulsively whispered the words as they came to her head. Fury narrowed his eyes.

"Take this seriously, Miss Mercad," he said severely

"I am!" She insisted snappishly. Amy recoiled into herself after her outburst, mentally beating herself for speaking out.

"Torture – for lack of knowledge on his real name – tracked down a high level agent and kidnapped them. They were one of four SHIELD agents (Romanoff, Barton, themselves, and I) who knew your real identity. We're looking for them now, but we can't take risks. We have no idea what they could spill before we get there. The only way to keep you safe is to move you once again."

Amy's head snapped up.

"No no no no! I just got back into the swing of things! I can't move to a new state!"

"Not a new state; a new country. We've worked it out with the UK government that we will be hiding you in Brentford, London, England until we find and reclaim our agent and assassinate Torture."

He waited for her to make an interjection, but Amy sat stone still. Terror and anxiety accumulated at the pit of her stomach, her shock at the destination of her relocation split her lips and stretched them wide, her eyes protruded with the lack of want she had for this. If she tried to open her throat and speak, it clogged with a bubble of fright that she couldn't pop. Director Fury took this as his cue to continue, "This could take months. We've already sent a team to pack and move your personal items. Your parents should be informed about this by now as well. We-"

"Wait," Amy found her voice suddenly. "You sent people to pack my things for me?"

Nick knew what her sudden concern was regarding. "We're handling your books with great care."

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely. Although we will have to return the library books."

"Why can't we just keep them?" Amy started to whine, attention redirecting to something unimportant as usual.

"That would be stealing, and we don't do that," Director Fury answered shortly.

"So, we can go on missions to kill people but we can't just steal some library books to pay off later?"

"Amy, you have hundreds. Paying off that many books is too expensive and I don't want to waste my funding on it."

"I haven't even finished them, Director," Amy's whiny fifteen-year-old self came out in full swing. Director Fury shook his head in annoyance.

"You can find them again in Brentford. Now, we have a flight booked for you. It departs in two hours. The drive is one hour and thirty minutes. I'd get going."

"What about my friends?"

"Just like last time it's too risky to keep them. You'll have to forget about them," Director Fury told her. Amy wore a frown, but shrugged off her disappointment.

"I don't even think they liked me anyways," she said. With a sigh and apprehension boiling in her veins she stood from her chair. "Guess I'm off to that flight," Amy said with a voice as warbled as jello. Natasha pulled Amy by her shoulders into a comforting hug. It was brief, but it told Amy everything she needed to know. With a slightly higher head, Amy saluted her director, and stepped out of the meeting room's door. Natasha gave the director a salute as well and followed behind Amy, knowing she was probably the girl's ride. Director Fury watched the women go, shuffling the folders on his table, and putting any worry he had at the back of his mind. Amy is Amy, she isn't like normal people, he assured himself. She would do just fine in England, he was sure of it. But no matter how much he tried to reason it out, there was just something that felt unsavory and wrong about the whole thing.

Their moving truck was already there by the time their car rolled to their new home, a small house jointed with the others next to it. It was weird to Amy how none of the houses had wide yards and fences to keep the neighbors out. She wondered who she would be sharing a wall with. It struck her that she had better hope that they were good cooks, because if one pot of mac and cheese caught fire and spread throughout that house then it would spread to all the other houses too. More anxiety bubbled in Amy at the thought.

Their car pulled to a stop. Benjamin stepped out first with their driver, who was a security officer for SHIELD. Catherine soon stepped out as well. Only Amy hung back. She guessed that her parents were expecting her to step out now and to be happy about it, so she put on her best face, opened her door, and placed a sneakered foot to the pavement.

The car door closed with a solid clunk behind her. Amy watched the SHIELD agents acting as movers unloading boxes of clothes, furniture, and personal effects onto the street while others picked them up and hauled them into her new home. Amy nodded to herself and let out a breath. It'll be okay. You'll be okay, she told herself. Next thing she knew a thick arm slapped her shoulders.

"Hey, think of it this way: this home will be a great new start for our family." Her father assured her.

"Goddammit, Dad, now it's haunted!" Amy moaned as she shook him off, rushing to just get inside and away from her idiot dad. Her father chuckled behind her, watching her stomp up the steps to her new home. Catherine came up beside him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I really do think it'll be a great new start," she said with a smile. "Wanna carry your wife through the threshold?" She jokingly asked with a laugh.

"I wanna carry her all the way to the bedroom," he returned flirtatiously. Catherine laughed heartily and walked hand in hand with Ben to the doorstep. Ben caught Cat off guard and when he picked her up bridal style she let out a yelp.

"Did you think I was just joking or something?"

Cat laughed lightly. "Kind of," she admitted.

"Get a room!" Amy called from inside.

"We have a room, we plan on using it!" Cat called back.

"Ew!" Amy exclaimed.

"You'll be like this one day too!" Catherine warned.

"Yeah; old and heavy," Ben interjected.

"Stop it!" Cat swatted at him.

"With graying roots."

"Asshole," she grumbled.

"Completely," Ben confirmed with a crooked grin, at last stepping over the threshold. Amy sat back in her chair and rolled her eyes as she tried to ignore her parents. A part of her felt a bit happier though. It felt like maybe this new beginning in her life wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe she could even find something worthwhile here.

Amy awoke with a start at one in the morning. She groaned, rubbing a hand over her dusty eyes and trying to erase the dark nightmares from them. She pulled herself up and went to turn on the light when she heard a distinct clink against her window. Amy froze, mind fluttering to a million potential outcomes. What if he had found her? What if it was – curse the codename – Torture? Amy gulped and put her fists up, staring at her window with narrowed eyes. She inched closer to her window, her guard high and her senses alert. She unlocked her window with a twitch in her fingers. With a swig of fresh breath Amy gripped her window and hauled it up.

No one was there. Amy let out her breath, palm resting on her chest, her body sagging into ease.

"Hey!" A voice whispered hoarsely. Amy jumped and put her fists up, ready to fight. When a figure popped up in front of her Amy didn't hesitate with her punch, but the figure blocked it deftly. Amy swung out again and this time the figure made to grab Amy's wrists, but Amy snatched them back before they could. "Hey, chill out!" The feminine voice of the figure whispered again. "Calm down! Christ! I'm not robbing you!"

Amy hesitated for one moment and looked into the face of the figure.

She looked around Amy's age, she had a face that was round, slanted brown eyes that popped with a sense of adventure, a short nose with a tip that poured downwards like a waterfall, cheeks pink as if she had just been bitchslapped, and perfectly pouty lips. Amy could also see she was quite chubby. Amy looked at the girl with suspicion, not lowering her fists from their defensive position, but she didn't swing again.

The girl took Amy in for all she was. She saw a skinny but muscled teenager whose pants clung to hips carved like the Grand Canyon, she could see hair that was electric in all sense of the word, teeth like a rabbit's could be seen between her parted thin lips, a jawline triangular, and cheekbones high. The girl in the window thought, Eh, could be worse.

"Alright, well," she began now that Amy wasn't trying to punch her, "I 'spose I should tell you who I am and why I'm here. Name's Penelope - no, you may not call me Penny - and in this neighborhood we don't get many teenagers often. So, when we do get one, me and my crew try and befriend them quick. Hence why I'm in your window about to get punched in the nose. What's your name?"

Amy's fists had dropped and she stood staring surprised at the unusual Penelope. "Um..." Her mind buzzed with what to tell Penelope her name was. She knew SHIELD had given her a new name and a new identity and she knew she was supposed to be using that and not telling anybody anything else but Penelope felt different. Penelope felt like the one person Amy wanted to be honest about with this one. Amy knew Penelope could probably sniff it out if she lied anyways. "Amy," she told her honestly.

"Pretty," Penelope complimented, but Amy doubted she honestly thought that. She'd been told she had a 'slut name' too many times to believe anybody but her parents were crazy enough to actually like the name anymore. "Well, hop out then," Penelope said suddenly. Amy faltered.

"Hop out?"

"Yeah, climb out the window. We've got places to go, people to see, and if we don't leave soon we'll be late," Penelope told Amy.

"Y-you want me to sneak out with you?" Amy asked, astonished.

"Yeah. Let's move, Amy, we're gonna be late," Penelope told her. Amy stood stuck where her feet had her, staring at Penelope with surprise. Her mind fluttered between her own wants and what SHIELD would say. Then they found this middle ground where she wondered what Penelope wanted. The pressure to choose what she would make of the night sunk deeper into her as Penelope stared her down. The longer Amy thought, the more impatient Penelope was. When Penelope took a look at her watch, rolled her eyes, and made a move to leave Amy sprang forward.

"Wait!" Amy breathed out in a whisper, almost surprised she'd requested it and almost regretting it. "I'll go with you," she said.

"Then climb out the fuckin' window," Penelope said obviously. Amy let out a short "oh" and lifted herself out of her window, dropping to the nearby ground. "You forgot the light," Penelope said with her arms crossed her chest. Amy blushed, climbed into her room, shut off the light, climbed back out, and sealed the window shut. Penelope offered no gentle smile as a reward for Amy when she reached her again. She only led the girl to her car, opened her own door, and waited for Amy to climb in too. The second Amy's door had shut, not even giving her time to fasten her seatbelt, Penelope sped off into the night with a nervous Amy beside her.

I didn't really know how to end this chapter, so there. You get that.