On December twelfth, the day before Amelia's birthday, she woke up feeling terrible. She was feverish and felt very queasy. Heading to the bathroom slowly, she got herself ready and splashed some cold water onto her face to cool herself off; thankfully the fever wasn't very high. As Amelia excited her room, the sky became dark and lightning flashed through the air, thunder roaring. Giving a startled squeaked, she darted off toward the conference room quickly, but no one was there.
"Guys," Amelia called nervously, glancing around before heading toward the doors that led to the runway. There, she spotted Fury and the three Avengers speaking to a very tall man with a hammer. Her eyes widened and she stopped, realizing that was none other than the god, Thor. Slowly, she headed toward the door and pushed on it, stepping outside, ignoring her light headedness.
Thor spotted her and asked the others, "Wait, I thought you said Romanoff was missing."
"She's not Romanoff," Fury explained, gesturing for Amelia to come other. Swallowing, she walked over toward them glancing up at Thor, ignoring the fact she was tiny compared to all of them.
"My name is Amelia Earhart Barton," she replied nervously, nodding to Thor. "There is, er, the thought that Barton ad Romanoff could be my parents."
"They are her parents," Fury interrupted. "We'll catch you up inside, Thor." The god nodded and headed inside before the rest of them.
Amelia slowly followed and hissed softly to Fury, "What the heck do you say to a god without offending him?"
Fury chuckled and replied, "Just explain to him what you told us, you don't have to be that cautious around him."
After explaining to Thor what she told the others, Amelia was laying on her bed, pale and sweaty from the fever, a glass of water resting on the dresser beside her bed. "Tomorrow's my birthday, yay," she groaned closing her blue eyes. "And the day we're supposed to fight the dude who has Romanoff and Barton. Oh joy." A few days before Thor came; everyone aboard S.H.I.E.L.D. was taking about the battle strategies, making sure to avoid large cities like New York. The choice of battleground? Somewhere near a large bridge in Maine.
Amelia sighed and sat up slowly, grabbing the glass and sipping some cold water. Thankfully, no one really noticed her pale face and shaking hands so she managed to get back to her room without question. She blinked suddenly, realizing because of all the commotion, she hadn't contacted Victoria. Feeling guilty, she lied back down after putting the water aside to rest.
Amelia was sitting on her bed that night, staring at the wall blankly, ignoring her sickness. They were so close to finding Natasha and Clint, hopefully… and she was afraid. What if what she thought was right and they didn't want her? They never told anyone that they were married either, if they were, hopefully if she was their daughter… Amelia sighed and lied back onto her bed, now staring at the ceiling. Oh how she wished she was back at the orphanage, leading a simple life with Victoria.
She felt a deep pang in her chest, wondering how her friend was doing. Ever since she was "adopted", she lost contact with Victoria and now she felt like she lost everything again, not really counting Barton and Romanoff because she was still in denial.
Amelia sat up suddenly. If the S.H.I.E.L.D. computers could find the location of the man who supposedly kidnapped Clint and Natasha, then it should let her call the orphanage. Sliding down onto the floor, she crept to the door and opened it silently, checking the hallway to make sure no one came out. Then, she slipped out and closed the door silently, creeping down toward the main room.
That was easy. She thought with a smirk, creeping on. I guess being the daughter of two great spies do have their ups.
Amelia glanced around, seeing a few members of S.H.I.E.L.D. up and working the controls. There, she spotted a shadowed area where no one was using those computers. Silently walking over, she peered over the controls, feeling lost about what to and afraid to mess around in case it set off the alarm or something.
"What are you doing, Amelia?"
Amelia whipped around, placing her hands on the desk. "Oh! Hi, Agent Hill!"
Maria blinked down at her, looking slightly irritated, slightly amused. "Well, what are you doing?"
"Er, I was going to see if I could contact my friend from the orphanage," she replied, ducking her head nervously.
Maria sighed and replied, "Follow me." She turned and walked off, Amelia following along. Maria walked up some stairs and pushed open a door, flicking on the lights. "Oh," Amelia muttered, "there's your phone."
"Next time," Agent Hill advised as she left, "ask someone and do it during the day."
"Will keep that in mind," Amelia promised, shakily dialing the number and picking up the phone.
Soon, Anne's tired voice answered with a, "Hello?"
"Hey, Anne, it's me Amelia."
"Amelia!" Anne sounded more awake. "How are you, dear?"
"I'm fine, settling in with my new family well," she lied, sitting down as she felt dizzy again. "How's Victoria?" Suddenly, the other end of the line went quiet. "Anne?"
There was a sigh before Anne replied. "Victoria was adopted the day after you. But when I tried to contact them later, I couldn't reach her. It was like they immediately changed their phone number. But don't worry too much, I called the police and reported it to them."
If anything, the news made Amelia even paler and made her tremble even more. "Oh god… just… just please contact me if you get anymore news, okay?"
"I will, Amelia. Now, you should get some sleep."
"I will, goodnight, Anne."