Amelia sat across from the Avengers once more, but a little bit further away, still shaken from her broken trust. As the plane started to take off, she had an immediate death grip on the arms of the seat, face paling drastically and her body stiffening, her fear still clinging onto her.
"You know you don't have to do this," Steve said, glancing over to her but Amelia didn't reply, jawline tight.
"The puny mortal is trying to prove something," Thor rumbled and her head shot up in surprise, blinking.
"Is that true?" Bruce inquired gently.
Amelia glanced down before muttering, "Perhaps it is, and perhaps it's not."
Tony sighed, "Are you going to answer in riddles for now on?" Amelia shrugged and refused to meet their gazes, her breathing ragged from her continuing panic attack, but it was too late to turn back now.
Once the plane landed, Amelia relaxed as the aircraft came to a halt, the back lift opening to allow them to get out. Standing up quickly, she was the first to head out, reddish-brown hair gleaming in the sunlight as she squinted in the sudden blinding light. Once her eyes adjusted, she gazed around for the villain, but couldn't find him anywhere, or his mutants.
After the Avengers got off, the plane flew back into the air, for it was too dangerous for it to stay on the ground. Amelia slowly backed up behind them as they started to carefully move forward and turned her head, seeing a large warehouse with the door open. "Ready for round two?" A voice boomed and she whipped around, seeing him staring at them.
"Of course," Thor growled, lifting his hammer. The man smirked and flicked his wrist, his mutants rushing out from their hiding places. The second battle had begun. Amelia turned as the sounds of battle raged in her ears and she darted toward the warehouse, only going there because instinct told her too.
By luck, she got inside without being caught by anyone. Amelia glanced out and saw bolts of lightning hit the mutants, and she knew Thor had summoned it, and she could see the Hulk raging about as Iron Man blasted the mutants, Captain America throwing his shield to block the mutants trying to leap up at his comrades.
"War is a beautiful thing, is it not?" A voice breathed behind her and Amelia whipped around, seeing a familiar girl staring at her with cold eyes.
"How could you?!" She cried, glaring at Victoria, starting to shake with rage. "I thought you were better than that, Victoria!"
Fury lit in Victoria's green gaze and she snapped, "How could I? Don't you mean how could you?"
Amelia stepped back, startled. "What… what are you talking about?"
Her former friend sneered, eyes boring into Amelia. "You were the one that was using me. You promised you would call, but when I got adopted, Aaron told me you never bothered calling. So, he called the orphanage and then you, only to hear you say you didn't want anything to do with me, since you were with the Avengers." She spat out the word as if it was poison.
"What?!" Amelia cried again but Victoria interrupted her.
"Shut up!" She spat, fists clenching. "All of this time, you were using me for your personal game. You never cared about me or anyone, you killed Frederick!"
Fury boiled in Amelia and she stalked toward Victoria, but her former friend never flinched away. "What has this Aaron done to you?" She hissed. "You and I both know that's not true, that's not even close to the truth. He has brainwashed you, Victoria! He's the one using you!"
"No!" Victoria suddenly kicked out at Amelia, but she ducked aside and swung out a fist. Victoria caught it and twisted Amelia's arm. Instead of fighting against it, Amelia jumped and landed on her back as Victoria released. Pushing up with her hands, she kicked out at her former friend, causing Victoria to stagger back with a gasp. Pain shot through Amelia about hurting her former friend, but she knew she couldn't go easy; Victoria was desperate to kill her.
Amelia leapt to her feet dodging as Victoria tried to slug her, but yelped as she tripped, hissing in pain as she felt something dig into her left calf. Amelia twisted and grabbed Victoria's wrist, seeing her fingers wrapped around a dagger. "I thought you were my friend," Amelia spat and kicked out the dagger, releasing Victoria as she pushed her back.
Victoria grunted as she hit the wall, and for once Amelia was glad she didn't practice all of her moves with her. Glaring at her former friend, Victoria suddenly turned and took off up some stairs. Amelia was about to go after but froze when she got a few feet off the ground. Taking in gulps of air, Amelia forced herself to continue on, trembling from fear.
Pausing and taking a deep breath, she pushed aside her fear and surged forward, seeing Victoria glaring at her on the runway, the railing having a big gap from the side to the top bar. "Well, aren't we a brave one," her former friend sneered, preparing to fight.
Ignoring the remark Amelia stood their calmly. "You don't need to do this," she insisted. "You can break away from Aaron and join the Avengers; they will give you a chance. They've given others a chance before." For a moment, Victoria hesitated; gazing at Amelia with a thoughtful expression on her face, but it was replaced by a sneer.
"As long as my heart is still beating," she hissed, "I will never join." Amelia's eyes widened and Victoria surged forward, lunging at her. Quickly, Amelia dropped and darted under her, pushing herself back up to her feet and wheeling around. But Victoria was quicker than her and was already facing her, hitting Amelia in the side of the jaw, causing her to stagger. Taking the opportunity, she kicked out at Amelia's wounded leg, causing her to crumple. "Have a nice fall," she sneered and kicked Amelia again, causing her to roll off of the platform.
Amelia grabbed the sides quickly, panic and fear flashing in her blue eyes, her breathing becoming ragged again and sweat glistening on her skin. "Help me, Victoria!" She gasped, staring up at her friend. "Please! Help me!"
But all Victoria did was stand there, glaring down at her coldly before turning and walking away. Amelia listened to her clunk down the stairs and walk out of the warehouse. "Someone," Amelia wailed, feeling her hands slipped. "Help me! Please!" Suddenly her hands slipped and she fell, screeching.
Once again, fate was on her side because someone caught her before she was killed. And, once again, it was Iron Man. He set her down and Amelia stood there, face deathly pale and eyes wide with shock, body shaking. "Может ... мы можем ... оставить ... сейчас?"
"Of course," came his reply and he headed out, Amelia shakily following quickly, slowly recovering from her shock.
After the second battle, Amelia slowly followed the Avengers, nervous about how close they were to freeing her parents and still rattled by almost falling to her death again when a violent agony ripped through her left leg, causing her leg to buckle and to her to fall too her knees, gritting her teeth. "Hey, Amelia, are you okay?" Someone called and she glanced up at Steve.
"Fine," she gasped, struggling up and struggling to ignore the agony. "Just fine." She limped after them before falling again. "Damn her!" She spat twisting her head to look at her left calf as Steve raced over. With a shaking hand, she pressed it too her wet pant leg and reeled back from the sting, shuddering from the pain. "Crap," she hissed when she saw her hand covered in blood.
"What happened?" Steve demanded as he hoisted her up in his arms, heading back toward the plane that would take them to S.H.I.E.L.D.
"I was fighting Aaron's buddy," she hissed through gritted teeth. "I never realized she stabbed me in the leg, so I don't know what is causing me too bleed so much."
"Is she hurt again?" Tony called and Amelia flashed him a glare.
"Заткнись!" She spat at him.
"Jarvis," Tony ordered, "what did she just say?"
"She told you to shut up, sir."
Tony scowled and Amelia just glared. "Don't expect me to be nice my leg is bleeding and I'm hurting!" She groaned as another wave of agony shot through her and she slumped her head back. As Steve carried her into the plane, she stiffened again. Wriggling around, he set her down and she staggered to her seat, slouching down and gripping the arms.
Может ... мы можем ... оставить ... сейчас? = Maybe ... we can ... leave ... Now? Заткнись! = Shut up!