CHAPTER FOURTY-SIX


"Who does she think she is? It appears she is someone living her life unconcerned with who you think she is."

Brendon Burchard


Wanda flew up to the roof of the training room being carried by red that shot out from her hands, and two seconds later she was falling back against the floor. A yelp escaped her lips as she hurtled to the wooden ground, arms waving erratically as clear thought was replaced by panic. White enveloped her before she could hit the ground and damage herself though, carefully and gently placing her down onto the ground.

Once she was on the floor, Wanda hit it with her hand, releasing a disgruntled sound as she stood herself up again. Red danced across her fingers, preparing for her next attempt.

"Don't think of it as flying," Amelia advised from beside Wanda, "concentrate more on your powers, that's what's carrying you."

"I am," Wanda rebutted, snapping towards her trainer without really thinking through her actions. She'd been trying to learn how to fly for weeks, at first she'd been so excited and ready to learn, but it had taken her a week just to figure out how to levitate herself from the ground. She wasn't like Amelia, they'd figured that out two weeks in. She couldn't simply encompass her body in her energy and then use that to get herself floating through the air, no, she had to shoot the energy from her hands and force herself up into the air. It was maintaining that energy whilst in the air which was proving to be difficult and preventing both Amelia and Wanda from being able to move forward with their training. "It's just not working," the witch added, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Maybe we should take a break," Vision advised, floating in the air and not realising how it was antagonising Wanda further.

The young Maximoff looked to her fellow psychic and Amelia shrugged her shoulders, "he's probably right, I doubt getting angry is going to help you concentrate."

But Wanda didn't want to stop training, all she wanted was to finally achieve what had taken up far too many weeks. Huffing, she grabbed her water bottle and moved to sit down on the floor.

This wasn't Wanda. She'd never been the type to get so easily frustrated over such a menial thing. She had both Vision and Amelia helping her so of course she'd eventually figure it out, but, she supposed it wasn't really the training that was getting her angry. She'd thrown herself into training her powers, letting it take over every second of her life because at least when she was training she wasn't thinking about her brother.

As soon as she sat down on the floor, Vision moved over towards her, joining her side. Amelia didn't move to join them, quite easily recognising the connection that was growing between the two of them. Vision had become attached to Wanda's hip and he seemed to be the only one that Wanda never snapped at.

Allowing Vision and Wanda their own private time, Amelia moved over to a bench on the other side of the room where Aaron was. "You hiding from Tony again?"

"He asked me to get him one hundred doughnuts, write up a report literally on how many people have come into the facility wearing trainers, and then he also wants me to look into the possibility of opening his own doughnut joint. He hasn't thought of a name but he thinks the companies logo should be something with the words 'stark raving mad' in them," he explained bluntly to the brunette that joined him, not stuttering or fumbling once as he typed on the iPad he had in his hands. "I don't think he's going to notice if I'm gone for an hour or two doing my actual work."

Amelia chuckled lowly, sitting herself across from him on the floor and playing with her water bottle in her hands. "He's just bored," she explained, "he'll get off your case as soon as a new project comes up."

Aaron looked up from his iPad to stare into Amelia's face, finding the girl oddly distracted by whatever was going on in her mind. He'd heard about the sex talk that had occurred and he felt for the girl. No one was sure what Natasha had said to her yet but she'd been disgusted by whatever it was.

"Yeah, he'll leave me alone for a bit, and then as soon as he gets bored again I'll be sent to do something stupid, like, count how many employees have doughnuts with their lunch." He joked, speaking loudly and clearly to get through whatever thoughts were going through her head.

The brunette finally looked back up to him and laughed, being sure to always keep a smile on her face when speaking to the blond Stark employee so that he wouldn't become awkward around her again, "I don't think anyone eats as many doughnuts as he does. But if it'll help you get your job done, you can put me down for both the trainers and the donut thing," she threw up her feet, revealing the trainers she wore whilst training though, alas, she didn't have a donut with her.

"Thanks," Aaron responded, rolling his eyes.

"Little Stark," the rugged voice belonging to Thor Odinson called from the doorway of the room, pulling in both her own and Aaron's attention as they watched the god approach them, "are you done with training?" As per usual he had a friendly expression on, a permanent smile fixed on his beaming face that brightened every room he entered into.

Amelia spun around slightly so she could face both Aaron and Thor. "Why? You want to get a session in?" She opened up her arms, gesturing to herself and feigning cockiness which Thor released an airy laugh towards, his hand that was holding his hammer swinging slightly.

"I wouldn't want to hurt you," he replied, shaking his head.

"Oh please," the brunette snorted, "all I'd have to do is get that hammer out of your hand and then I'd be able to win, no questions asked."

He flipped the hammer in his hand, throwing it up and easily catching it, the trick something he'd done a thousand times before, "yes, well," he spoke to placate her though in his head and heart he knew that he would win a fight between them. "Perhaps I'll give you a chance to prove yourself later," no he wouldn't, "but for now, I was hoping to talk to you about something."

Amelia already knew that he wanted to talk to her and she had a good idea on what exactly it was he wanted to talk about. They'd been there before. Twice actually. The first time had been right before they faced off with Ultron, the god had asked to talk with her but she'd had to talk to her brother. And the second time was a week after Pietro's funeral, Thor had hoped that she would be ready for the conversation over her powers but she'd avoided it then, far too busy trying to hold herself together.

Even weeks after Pietro's passing, Amelia still blamed herself for not being able to do anything to save him. It was an eye-opener to just how much she didn't know about her own powers. And how much she needed to learn.

Learning where her powers came from might have seemed like good progress, but it only seemed to give her a view of the top of the iceberg.

Though it had probably taken her far too long, Amelia realised it was time she finally have the talk with Thor. At least it wouldn't be as traumatic as her previous conversation with him.

She looked over to Aaron apologetically and then stood up, joining Thor and they proceeded to walk further away from the rest of the group, moving to sit outside as it was a rather warm day and there were plenty of open grassy plains outside of the facility.

"So, my powers," Amelia started off, jumping straight into the subject at hand.

"Yes," Thor nodded his head, agreeing with her to not jump around it anymore, "I was surprised when I heard that you got your powers from the tesseract, also known as the space stone. You heard me talk about the six infinity stones before, yes?"

"I can't remember them all but I'm pretty sure I got the jist, they're all pretty powerful."

"Which is why you understand why I'm concerned about you possessing the powers of the space stone," he continued to explain, only, no, she actually had no idea that he was concerned.

Her eyebrows were thrown up by his words, "concerned about the powers, or concerned about me possessing the powers?"

"Both," he responded, a grave tone encompassing his voice, "this union was caused by the workings of a mad man and we have no idea what it could lead to. I don't mean to offend you, Little Stark. But those powers you have, the powers of the cosmos, that means you can control everything you can possibly think of. It makes you more powerful than even gods. You could end existence if you chose to, or create entire worlds and universes endlessly. We have to make sure that you have full control of this curse or else…" He didn't finish his sentence, though Amelia had a good idea of what he was going to say the moment he couldn't look her in the eyes.

Amelia didn't really have any idea on what exactly they'd talk about, she knew it would have something to do with her powers but she'd never expected Thor to go down this route. A route that was making her very, very angry. "Or what?" She hissed at him, standing to her feet so she could look down at him, "say I do lose control, then what will you do Thor? Put me down? Like some sort of dog that has lost control."

Thor stood up as well, sighing in disappointment at the way she was reacting but his sigh only fueled Amelia's rage. "I hope it never has to come to that, but if it does then I might not have any choice. Please understand that I'm not saying this out of malice, you are one of my closest friends and I'd never desire to hurt you in anyway. But if you lose control than that means the entire universe is at stake. If you were in my shoes, wouldn't you make the same choice?"

Of course she would, and that only made her more bitter. Amelia thought the days of people fearing her were over, but now she was learning that even someone she considered as her best friend feared her. It felt like he was completely overlooking all the progress she'd made to be good.

She opened her mouth to make a response but she had no words to give. Thor was right, and she knew it. The brunette was more scared of her powers than anyone else, especially after learning about what she'd done in 2012, but she had to believe that she was in control. She'd already lived a lifetime of being under someone else's control. Never again.

Seen as Amelia had no words, she simply left Thor, managing to aim all the anger she should have actually been placing on Strucker (who was the one that melded her with the space stone in the first place), onto the god.

She didn't go back to the training room, Amelia didn't really fancy speaking to Aaron again in case she accidentally took her anger out on him and made the shy secretary revert back to his fumbling ways around her, and she knew that Vision and Wanda would probably be able to train without her there. Plus, Vision would just remind her of Thor and she'd start suspecting him of also thinking she was a danger to society. Instead, she went to her and Steve's bedroom.

She hadn't expected to see Steve in there but as she entered the room her soldier was passing the door with a bunch of clothes in his hands.

"Oh, hey," Steve said in greeting, also not having expected to see her until later on. He continued on his journey, taking the clothes over to the bed so he could shove them inside of a rucksack he'd put on top of the sheets. "I'm just finishing up packing for my mission."

"Shit!" Amelia cursed, smacking her hand harshly against her forehead as the fury inside of her grew higher, burning lava threatening to explode out of her at any moment. The brunette had completely forgotten about the fact that her soldier would be leaving her tonight and not returning until very late tomorrow morning, the depressing thought simply making her feel worse.

Steve raised an eyebrow at her swear word, choosing not to actually say anything about it though after the ongoing joke Tony had created over it previously. He did, however, manage to notice how upset she looked and that was something he'd never back away from seeing as he knew he could possibly help with it. "Everything okay?" He asked whilst slowly approaching her.

Amelia dropped her hand and revealed to her soldier a childish pout. "No," she easily relinquished, falling freely into his arms and pressing her face into his chest, wishing that she could just get lost forever in his arms and never have to face the world again.

His strong arms enveloped her delightfully, the raging warmth cooling to a soothing heat that wrapped around her heart like a safety blanket. He started to sway with her in his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, knowing all the best ways to calm her down. "What happened?"

"Thor happened," she grumbled into his chest.

The soldier pulled away at that name, giving her an inquisitive look, "Thor?" He repeated the name, feeling as though he needed to do a double check as normally the god was the least problematic person on their team.

She shocked him once again by nodding her head to confirm what she'd said, not becoming offended by his disbelief as she understood quite well the surprise of having Thor become a nuisance. It was one of the reasons why she was so angry, because out of everyone to say such a thing to her, she'd never expected it to come from Thor. "We finally talked about my powers, except, instead of telling me anything helpful, he just told me that I need to take great care with them or else I'll doom the entire planet. He made it very clear that he doesn't trust me, at all."

Tugging herself free from Steve's arms, she made her way over to their bed, sitting next to the rucksack and taking from it one of the shirts Steve had packed. She really didn't want him to go.

"Are you sure? I doubt he doesn't trust you, maybe he just worded things wrong or-"

"He told me I have the potential to end existence…" All rage had disappeared from her voice, Amelia feeling safe enough in Steve's presence to allow her sadness and hurt to be on full display. In her hands she tightened her grip around Steve's shirt, the soft fabric tender against her skin. "Do you think I'd ever do that?"

"Not willingly, no." Steve answered, approaching her once again, kneeling in front of her and taking one of her hands into his so that he could soothingly stroke his thumb around hers. He paused for a moment, thinking over his words delicately, trying not to side with either her or Thor. "I think in the wrong hands, these powers could be catastrophic. But luckily for us, they're in your hands." She smiled gratefully at his words, coaxing him to continue speaking. "If you're really upset by what Thor said, then I think the best thing you can do from here is prove to him that there's nothing to be afraid of. Okay?"

She mulled over his words, cocking her head to the side and then straightening it up again. As per usual, Steve had thrown at her just the right words. "Okay," she agreed, still mad but at least able to make it into a fighting spirit rather than just frivolous rage.

He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed them. Normally after that, they'd make out. But Amelia was still way too put off by whatever Natasha had told her that she was withholding from any more lustful exchanges until she was properly ready, which Steve didn't mind. He might if it lasted for far too long, but he always aimed to be a good guy, and a good guy didn't push someone into something they didn't want to do.

"Do you want to keep the shirt?" Steve asked, noticing the way she was brushing her fingers across the cotton fabric almost longingly.

"Maybe," she mumbled under her breath. Amelia felt stupid for suddenly feeling so attached to a shirt but she really didn't want Steve to go, especially because it meant he'd be gone for an entire night. She understood that a mission was a mission and he didn't really have a choice on whether to go or not because it was his duty, but Amelia wished that they could throw aside duty for their relationship just that once.

He stood up from his knees, sitting himself down next to her and throwing an arm around her shoulder so he could then pull her down. As they laid on the bed, Amelia automatically got into her usual position pressed against Steve's side with one hand on top of his belly that rhythmically inflated and deflated beneath her finger tips.

"I'm not going to be gone that long," he said in hopes of soothing her and ridding her of the sad mood she was being encompassed by, "when I get back we'll spend the next day in bed, just me and you."

"You have to promise or I won't believe you," she responded almost like a child, though happiness could finally be heard in her tone.

"I promise," he said the words far too easily. That would be his first mistake.


A/N: Hola! So Steve's made his first promise to Amelia that he can't keep. Question is, does he break it himself or does someone/something prevent him from keeping the promise? You'll find out in the next chapter!

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