Chapter 2: Wreaking SHIELD


Over the corse of the next three months, Amelia had grown from the size of a house cat to the size of a Labrador puppy. Like a five year old child, she was greatly observant and curious about the world around her, and she loved to get into everything. Steve made sure he Amelia proofed his apartment. Too bad she quickly figured out how child safety locks work. He was nervous about taking her to SHIELD with him, but he had to get adjusted to his new time period. The only thing that seemed to calm her down enough to get her to stay still was music from his time period. Frank Sinatra did the trick, when he played 'I'll be home for Christmas', and she laid down and listened to the somber song.

She was in his side car that was attached to his motorcycle, her head in the air. No matter how strange looking she was, she was a part of him now. She filled a hole in his heart that was empty ever since Bucky had died. Steve would never admit that he had a thing for strays, and Amelia was another stray to him, but more. During those three months, she wasn't another pet to him, no, more like a little sister or a fellow soldier that he could trust. That was what Amelia was to him, just those two things.

Steve walked down the pristine, stark-white hallways of SHIELD headquarters, as Amelia chirped and warbled. She jumped onto his shoulders, purring. She was growing way too heavy for that.

"Amelia, can you jump down from my shoulders?" Steve asked in a gentle voice.

The snowy-white animal jumped down and purred at Steve, mildly hissing in annoyance. Amelia was quite vocal in showing her displeasure, sometimes nipping at Steve, when her point didn't get across. Steve quickly taught her that biting people was not okay, and so was scratching them. A pair of heavy-booted feet walked down to where Steve was standing.

"Captain Rodgers, what the hell is that?" Fury asked in disbelief and in confusion.

"Amelia, sir," Steve barked out, falling back into a familiar military habit.


Amelia automatically disliked this dark-skinned human. She sniffed him, her nostrils flaring like a snorting bull. He smelled like secrets and lies, death masked his natural scent. However she smelled Furry-Prey on him. He wasn't food, he wasn't pack, he was a rival threat to her very small pack. It was just her and Father. She wouldn't raise a claw to hurt Father, nor bare her fangs at him. She hissed, her pupils narrowing in her gold-red eyes. She side-stepped, her tail lashing behind her. Chirping nervously, she looked at Father. He was tense, but it was a calm tense. So she would tolerate One-Eye's presence, for now. He didn't threaten the safety of the pack, nor did he looked like he wanted to join. She snorted, as she followed Father around the New-Nest. It smelled cold, and thus she named the place the Cold-Nest.

A small orange ball of fur bumped into her leg. She bowed her narrow, cylinder-shaped head to sniff the fur. It smelled like One-Eye, and yet, not like him. It made a undignified chirping sound as she knocked it on its furry tail. She chirped back, and the Soft-Not-Prey hissed at her. It's orange-striped fur puffed up as it lifted its tail high, fluffed out in anger and fear. It hissed and spit at her, before launching itself on her muzzle.

Suddenly fearing the worst, Amelia cried and ran to her Father, with Angry-Orange on her tail. She wanted to make a friend. She ducked under a table, her claws clattering on the smooth surface. Angry-Orange had her cornered and Father didn't answer her cries for help. Angry-Orange was getting closer to her, hissing and spitting. Then the hissing and spitting stoped.

Opening her eyes, Amelia saw Angry-Orange meowing and chirping at a female human. This one had bright, red fur on top of her head. She reached down and petted Angry-Orange. Wait, did she tame Angry-Orange or was she apart of Angry-Orange's pack? Amelia snarled in confusion, her lips pulling back, showing off her ivory fangs.


Natasha Romanoff had some down time on her hands. Which was rare for a SHIELD field agent such as herself. She reached down and petted Goose, the Director's cat, who she thought was the oddest cat she had ever met. Like Fury, she never announced herself when walking in, or at normal times. Everyone said that Goose is Fury's eye in the sky, his way of keeping tabs on his agents. It was seriously creepy thinking that Fury's way of keeping order was through his cat. Come to think of it, was Goose really Fury's cat to begin with?

Then she saw something that should belong in J.R.R. Tolkien's works. It was the size of a Labrador puppy, with snowy-white scales and grey colored claws and quill-like feathers. Its eyes where a blood-red with hints of gold in them. It landed on its back feet, chirping curiously at her, tilting its head at her.

"What do you want?"

"Amelia?" a deep, rich baritone voice called out behind her.

The Russian born assassin whipped her head around and saw none other than Captain America. The recently de-thawed man was quite handsome, with a muscular build and hair the color of golden wheat. His eyebrows did not obscure his eyes, but instead they brought out his sky-blue eyes. Yet, he had a kindly smile on him and a honest, earnest light in his eyes that was dampened only slightly by the horrors of war. He had a long nose that was slightly broken as if he had been punched in the face quite frequently, as if it was on a daily basis.

"I'm so sorry, Ma'am, she normally follows me,"

"Natasha Romanoff,"

"Steve Rodgers,"

"What's her name?"

"Amelia,"

"Like the pilot?"

"Yeah,"

Nat smiled to herself as she saw Steve leave with Amelia following her, like an obedient dog following its master. She looked down at her toes and blushed, for Steve seemed to be a genuine man. Not obsessed with his cars or how much money he has, not sobbing over his twelfth beer crying about a girlfriend that had left him. Not drinking himself into oblivion about daddy issues. Not trying to get himself killed, or fighting with his best friend. Steve was strangely innocent in a way, despite being in one of the bloodiest conflicts in World History, not just the US.


Author's note: I am sorry for the long wait between updates. I hope you like this fic as much as I have.

To TheFishKing: No, I have other ideas for Amelia than to be essentially a attack Dino for Steve.

To Ricardo753: I am glad that you say that, cause this fic is a weird crossover idea for me, and the first fic I ever wrote on this site was for Jurassic Park.