It didn't take long for all the chores to be done as everyone started waking up and started pitching in at Amanda's demand. Everyone didn't seem to mind except Tony. He complained the entire time about how he was a billionaire and was forced to do all these peasant jobs.

"Your money doesn't matter here, Tony. You're broke. I'm the one with the money. I'm not rich here either. I'm just a blacksmith for a small village. Most of the stuff I forge is stuff for the farmers. And during the winter I struggle. This is the real world here. Everyone pulls their own weight. And since we're done, I'm going to go into town and get everyone some clothes so you guys don't stand out like a sore thumb anymore. We can't be bringing any unwanted attention to us."

She walked into her house and grabbed a small pouch with some gold in it and tied it to her belt.

"I could go with you and help you," Nastasha said walking into the house after her. "Your clothes may fit me." Amanda grinned and had Nastasha follow her into her room. Amanda handed her a simple dress that went down to her ankles. It was earthy in color and very simple, but she still managed to make it look wonderful on her. Amanda was slightly jealous of it, but didn't let it bother her too much since Nastasha didn't feel comfortable wearing a dress.

They had decided to walk since Amanda only owned one horse. As they walked, they got to know each other a little more. Once Amanda had asked how Nastasha met Tony, she told her about his Iron Man suit and how there was someone that had swore the device in his chest was invinted by his father instead of Howard and swore revenge. She was working for S.H.E.I.L.D and was undercover to keep an eye on him. She had told her how Tony was dying because of the metal shrapnel that kept making its way to his heart and was threatening his life. S.H.E.I.L.D had saved him in the end once Nick Fury came into the picture and inspired Tony to complete their father's work.

When Amanda had asked about Obidiah Nastasha just told her that she needed to talk to Tony about that. It was not her place to tell her about him. This worried Amanda a little since he had played a huge part in their lives growing up. He was pretty much the father that Amanda never got the chance to know considering he died when she was just a small, small baby. She was barely able to sit up on her own from what she had gathered.

Once that was over and done with they were both recruited for The Avengers Initiative. That was when she told her the story of the battle that happened right in New York City and how it was Tony that had saved millions of people from a nuclear blast.

Amanda was shocked by this knowing that Tony only thought of himself in most cases unless Amanda was involved. She had wondered how much had really changed over the years. Had it really been that long to where all this stuff could have happened? Amanda started asking questions about the rest of the group, but once it came to Nastasha and Clint, she quickly changed the subject to Amanda. Amanda just grinned at her knowing that she shouldn't push the matter.

"There's not really much to tell about me. Since I've been here, my life has pretty much turned to routine for the most part. I'm just a blacksmith working day in and day out just like everyone else around here. I sometimes go to the tavern and have everyone buy me drinks for no reason at all. I mainly go there when I'm listening for updates on this war that's going on. It just seems like it getting worse and worse." Nastasha watched her carefully as Amanda kept going on about the war. It seemed to be a touchy subject for her.

They had entered the town and everyone waved hello to Amanda and shook hands with her and said a few things before parting ways. Even children would stop and say hi to her before running along playing tag and other games they could think of. They walked into the tailor's shop and told the tailor what they needed. Within minutes they had everything they needed and were leaving the store when a bunch of armored men riding white stallions rode into town. Amanda grabbed Nastasha's shoulder and forced her to her knees. Everyone else in town was out on the streets as well doing the same.

"What's going on?" Nastasha asked looking over to Amanda.

"It's the Blonorian Amry. Just keep your head down and only speak if you're spoken to. It'll all be over soon." A man dismounted his horse then took off his helmet. He had beautiful, thick blonde hair that was neatly combed even though he was wearing a helmet. His face was smooth as if he had just shaved it. He stood proudly, but there was something about him that didn't sit right with Nastasha. The man walked over to the people that was lining the streets and kicked over an older man just because he could. Nastasha watched as Amanda closed her hands into tight fists.

"It's always the elderly or the children they push around as if that's what makes them intimidating," Amanda whispered glancing over at Nastasha. Nastasha kept a close eye on the men as they went into various shops and came out with their merchindise and put it on their horses. Sometimes it was food and sometimes it was gold. The man who was pushing people around walked over to the place where Amanda was working the day they had met.

He walked through outside holding his hand above the embers of the forge and ran his finger tips on the anvil. Amanda was more than nervous at this. Nastasha wasn't sure why, but the woman beside her began to shake. She watched carefully as the scene unfolded. The man before her quickly became enraged and kicked over a rack holding half finished swords, pikes and spears. He screamed looking at the people of the village, "Where is the blacksmith?" Amanda's hands clenched on her knees. Nastasha dared to steal a glance at the woman sitting next to her. She seen fear, anguish, but there was something else in her eyes that she couldn't mistake any day of the week, pure hatred. She had never seen such hatred before in anyone.

Amanda slowly began to stand and Nastasha grabbed her arm trying to keep her down, but Amanda jerked away from her. Nastasha went to stand with her, but Amanda shook her head stopping her. Amanda could take care of this.

"I am the blacksmith of this village," she said over everyone. The man's eyes jerked to her immediatly and he slowly grinned.

"You? You are the blacksmith?" He threw his head back and laughed. "There is no way a woman can smith as good as a man. Which probably explains why you haven't finished any of the weapons for the kings armies. But that doesn't explain why there isn't any weapons at all. Tell me, where are they?" Amanda stared him dead in the eye without answering his question. The longer the silence lasted, the more the man before her became angry at her for not answering. He grabbed her by her throat and lifted her as if she was nothing more than a doll. Amanda struggled against him clawing at his wrists trying to make him let her go, but he showed no signs of stopping.

"When I speak to you, you will answer. Do you understand me?" Nastasha moved like she was trying to intercept, but one of the other village people stopped her.

"She knows what she's doing," the woman whispered. Nastasha couldn't believe her ears. These people respected her, but yet they were allowing this to happen. They needed to step in and stop this, but they all kept their eyes downcast.

Amanda was finally released from his grasp and fell to the ground in a heap choking for air. She rubbed her sore neck looking up at him.

"Now answer my question."

"There are none made. I've run into some complications with coming up with the materials to forge."

"And why is that?"

"Because the king takes all the materials for his blacksmiths within the King's City." Amanda was kicked across the dirt multiple times by the soldier.

"The king is kind. He leaves plently. We'll be back within a month's time. You better have weapons made by then." Amanda lowered her eyes defeated. The soldier walked back to his horse and mounted the mighty beast. "Let this be a lesson to all of you that Captain Jorn is merciful." They all took off in a blast heading west towards another town to ransack. Everyone stood and started going on about thier business. Amanda just sat there staring inside her forge. Nastasha took her time walking over to the woman. She was slowly rubbing her neck where bruises were already starting to show.

"Are you alright?" Amanda nodded and took the hand that was offered to her. Once she was on her feet, they walked back to her house on the hill hidden from view.

"Tony is going to be so angry when he sees this," Nastasha said touching Amanda's neck.

"I know, but he'll understand," she said as her house came within view. Nastasha just stared at her wondering what she meant by that.