A/N: Not dead! Just, insanely busy. And I had a really bad cold. And I've been working on a Pride and Prejudice story. So, without further ado, a nice long chapter!

"Moooooooommmm, I'm booooooooorrrreeeeeedddd," Allie whined, collapsing against Natasha's legs and throwing her arms around the redhead's midsection dramatically.

"Go play with Darcy, honey."

"She's on a date," Allie pouted.

"Don't you want to do some learning with JARVIS?"

"I alweady did, 'n I'm boooorreeeed..." Allie heaved a sigh and buried her face in Natasha's stomach.

Natasha smoothed Allie's soft hair and smiled down at her indulgently. "All right, malyshka, what are we going to do?" she asked.

"Can we go back to Cooper and Lila's house?" she asked eagerly.

Natasha shook her head. "School's started. They wouldn't be there to play with most of the day."

Allie sighed. "I'm bored."

"Do you want to go to the pool?"

"Yeah."

"And then afterwards maybe you can convince Tony to help you build another robot. Yeah?"

"I guess."

Allie was distracted for an hour with her mom, and then spent the rest of the day with Tony as he worked on upgrades to Falcon's sit and everyone's gear, and she built a holographic tower, decorating and organizing each floor as she saw fit.

At bedtime, Allie asked, "What are we going to do tomorrow?"

Clint kissed her forehead. "I don't know. What do you think we should do?"

"Go visit Cooper and Lila."

"They're in school, honey."

"Oh yeah." Allie pouted into her blankets. "I wanna go to school."

Clint paused. "You do?"

"Yeah." She sighed. "I'm bored, daddy."

He picked her up, blankets and all, and snuggled her in his lap. "Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we, sweetheart?" He leaned back against the wall, and they read a story together before he tucked her back in. "Goodnight baby."

"Night daddy."

He left the robo-dog keeping watch on Allie's desk, and closed the door behind him as he left. "J, call a team meeting, low priority," he said.

"Yes Agent Barton."

By the time he got to the living room, everyone was already there. Clint raised an eyebrow. "You didn't have to rush," he told them.

"JARVIS said it was about Allie," Bucky said simply.

Clint smiled, touched by his team's devotion to the little girl. "Allie wants to go to school," he declared, sharing a glance with Natasha, who nodded. "Thoughts?"

Everyone started talking at once. "She can't go to public school!-" merged with "There's nowhere that would keep up with her-" merged with "It's not safe-" and a half a dozen other statements.

Natasha cleared her throat sharply.

Everyone shut up.

"Thank you," she said dangerously. "I think we've all seen that Allie is definitely ready for an advanced curriculum, and she needs friends her own age. We didn't ask for objections. We asked how to make it happen."

Everyone was silent for a while longer, and then Tony started to pace, muttering to himself and waving his hands in front of him, conjuring up holograms.

"What are you thinking, Tony?" Steve asked.

"Hm..."

"Tony."

"I've got it," Tony announced, grinning. "I thought of it a while ago but I forgot once I fell asleep, but I've got it again. I'm going to start a school for SI employees. It will be a charter school, so they can do it online, and the curriculum will be adjusted for each kid's needs, but I'll find a couple good teachers and we'll set up a classroom on one of the floors full of offices. We can renovate it to include a gym, a lunchroom or something, an auditorium for talent nights, and... JARVIS, I want a list of codes and security features for having a school."

"Yes sir," JARVIS said, sounding pleased.

"Tony are you serious?" Bruce asked.

"Absolutely."

"You're going to start a school, just so Allie doesn't have to leave the tower?" Clint asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes."

"Overprotective, much?" Pepper asked, hiding a smile.

"Nope," Tony said, clapping his hands together. "I want all kids to be safe. And besides, where else would they have the protection of the best superheroes in the world?"

Natasha kissed his cheek. "You're a good man, Tony Stark."

He blushed under her honest praise and shrugged it off. "Nah, I just don't want her going to public school. She's too good for that." He left quickly, with Pepper in tow, as they started talking about the school.

Steve grinned after them, and turned to Clint and Natasha. "In the meantime, I can spend more time with Allie learning and reading if you want," he said. "I don't want her to be bored."

Clint nodded. "That would be great, Steve."

"I can teach her a new language," Bucky offered quietly. "Or work with her on learning Russian more fluently."

Bruce offered to start teaching her more than basic chemistry when he wasn't working. "And I promise we won't blow anything up too much," he said, eyes twinkling.

Natasha smirked. "I'm going to hold you to that, Bruce."

A~A~A~A

The school took another three months to get started, but like all of SI's endeavors, it was a success. Forty SI children were enrolled immediately, and split into four groups of ten, with one teacher/mentor to watch over them. Attendance was optional since all work could be done online, but with added daycare options, and the fact that Tony Stark had personally built the game room for the kids, all forty children were adamant on attending their new school.

SI Daycare services were from seven in the morning to eight in the evening. The school started at nine and ended at three. Depending on their ages, the kids attending Stark Tower Charter School were there a lot, and already JARVIS was extrapolating their future in STEAM careers (science tech engineering art math). Their curriculum was innovative as well, blending hands-on learning with reading and videos, group-work or not, depending on each child's unique learning styles. The teachers were there to help each kid do their best, and study what interested them, as long as there was a balanced schedule for each day.

Allie was overjoyed with her new environment, and her new friends. Several of the kids were ages ranging four to seven, and they were all bright students. They formed an instant friendship, as kids do, and after a couple weeks, Allie was persuaded to show them her shapeshifting gifts. One of her fellow five-year-olds proposed marriage immediately upon learning that she could turn into a spotted lizard, but was kindly rebuffed.

"We can't get mawwied," Allie told him practically. "You don't got a job and I don't want to move out."

"Okay," the five-year-old said agreeably. His name was Marcos. "Wanna play Mario Kart after school?"

"Yeah."

Allie, Marcos, and another girl named Keisha were staying after school that day until four o'clock. Bucky had promised to pick Allie up after school and take her to the aquarium.

The three children had just started their Mario Kart race when one of the older boys intruded. He was a sullen eleven-year-old, and so far, had shown very little enthusiasm for his new school. "Give me that," he said, plucking the controller out of Keisha's hand. "Babies shouldn't play with the good toys."

"Hey!" Allie protested, jumping out of her beanbag chair and pausing the game. "Give dat back Tyler!"

"Why should I? You're not the boss of me. You're just a baby."

Allie's chin wobbled but she stared up at him defiantly. "Leave us alone or I'll tell the teacher."

"Oh yeah?"

A deadly quiet voice interrupted. "There a problem here?"

All four children swiveled to look at the man in the doorway. "Uncle Bucky!" Allie said, running to his side and pulling on his metal hand.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at Tyler. "Sharing is caring, Tyler," he said evenly.

Tyler shoved the controller back into Keisha's hands. "Yes sir," he said nervously, recognizing that silver hand.

"Good." Bucky waited until Tyler retreated to another game console before turning to scoop up Allie. "Hi munchkin."

"Hi." She kissed his cheek. "Tank you."

"No problem doll." He knelt to smile at the other two. "Hey. I'm Bucky."

"Dis is Marcos and Keisha," Allie said. "We're friends."

Bucky gave them both a charming smile. "Very nice to meet you."

Keisha blushed, and Marcos stared at him in rapt hero worship. "Can I see your arm?" Marcos breathed.

Sam, coming to find Bucky and Allie when they were late for the zoo outing, was amused to see Bucky sitting cross-legged on the floor, his sleeve rolled up, as Marcos and Keisha examined his arm, and Allie leaned into his other side.

"You're a big hit," Sam commented, as they walked away.

"Cuz he's awesome," Allie affirmed, from her perch on Bucky's shoulders.

A~A~A~A

But, with school, and exposure to forty kids, came the inevitable germs. Two months after school started, Natasha came to wake Allie up.

She knelt by the bed and smoothed Allie's hair. "Time to get up, malyshka," she said softly.

Allie grumbled something inaudible and huddled under the covers.

Natasha smirked and tugged the covers off. "C'mon, baby, time to wake up."

"I'on't'wann'go'school't'day," Allie mumbled, refusing to open her eyes. "I'do'later."

Natasha tucked her back under the covers. It was a Wednesday, so Steve and Bucky would be in the tower to watch her. "All right, sweetheart, that's fine." She kissed Allie's soft cheek and left her to rest. "Tell the guys they're on babysitting duty, J," she requested.

"Yes Ms. Romanoff."

Steve came to get Allie at ten o'clock. He expected to find her playing in her room, since she hadn't come down for breakfast, but she was still lying in bed, idly petting a stuffed elephant. "Hey, doll," he said quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Feeling hungry yet?"

She shook her head. "No. I don't feel good, Steeb. Not hungry."

Steve frowned, and pressed a gentle hand to her forehead. His eyes widened. "You're feeling pretty bad huh?" he asked, scooping her up and letting her rest against his chest as he walked out.

"Yeah," she sighed.

"Does your tummy hurt?"

"Little bit."

"How about your head?"

"Lots," Allie said, wincing away from the bright light of the hallway.

He kissed her hair. "I'm sorry sweetheart. Anything else hurt?"

"My throat. And my eyeballs. And everywhere." She sighed again, and sniffled. "I want ice cream."

Steve resisted a chuckle. "Okay. But first how about we go see Bruce?"

"Mkay."

Bruce and JARVIS determined that Allie had a bad cold, and JARVIS ordered electrolyte-filled drinks, children's cold medicine, and her favorite ice cream from the nearest store.

Steve coaxed Allie into eating a waffle and drinking some Gatorade, and they sat on the couch to watch Mulan and eat ice cream.

Bucky found them there a few minutes later, having been alerted by JARVIS that Allie was sick. "Hey, sweetheart," he said softly, sitting next to her. "How do you feel?"

"Yucky," she replied, and leaned her forehead onto his metal arm. "Ahhh...cooold."

Steve couldn't help the smirk.

Clint came back to the tower a couple of hours later, and went straight to his daughter. "JARVIS said you were sick," he said, kneeling and kissing her forehead.

Allie sneezed pitifully, and held her arms out to the spysassin. "Hugs," she demanded. "Pease?"

Clint scooped her up, and sat down with her in his lap. "When did you last give her the cold medicine?" he asked Steve, feeling her forehead and frowning.

"Three hours ago."

"Okay." Clint rubbed her back gently. "You want to take a bath maybe?" he asked.

"No." She looked up at him. "Can I take a nap?"

"You can take a nap but I need you to answer one question for me okay?"

"Mkay."

"When was the last time you got sick?" Clint asked.

Allie frowned and rubbed at her flushed cheeks. "I... don't know?" She sat up straight and looked at Clint. "I never been sick, daddy," she said in a bewildered tone. "I don't tink I ever got de cold or de flu, or nothin'."

"Nothing? Ever?" Clint asked in disbelief.

"Nope." She leaned against his chest, and closed her eyes. "M'tired."

Clint stood up, carefully cradling her in his arms. "This can't be normal," he said. "Why is she sick now, when she's in a good environment, with plenty of food and love, but she never got sick, not once, half-starved and neglected when she was little, without any vaccines?"

Steve paled. "You don't think this is just the flu? But Bruce checked. JARVIS checked." He and Bucky followed Clint into the elevators.

"We're going to check again." Clint gave him a grim smile. "My spy senses are tingling."

Bucky tensed. "You think this is a deliberate attack on Allie?"

"I don't know." Clint pulled her closer to his chest.

Bruce ran a blood test, and gave Allie something to lower her fever in the meantime. He checked her mutant cells under the microscope, and frowned. "I think the virus is suppressing her ability to mutate," he said, after some examination. He looked at Allie, who was drowsily leaning against Bucky's chest. "Allie, can you turn into something else, please?"

She concentrated, and then she shivered hard, tears springing to her eyes. "I can't, Bwuce. It hurts."

Bruce frowned. "Okay, Allie. Until you're better I don't want you to try it at all, okay? No shapeshifting."

"Kay." She sighed. "M'tired."

Bucky put an arm around her to keep from tilting over. "Is that all you need?" he asked.

Bruce nodded. "I'm going to confer with Hank about the virus-"

"Pym?" Clint asked sharply.

"No, the other Hank."

"Oh."

"And see what he knows. In the meantime..." Bruce attached a bio monitor to Allie's wrist. "This will let me monitor her. Keep her calm, hydrated and let her sleep as much as possible." He frowned sympathetically. "Even if it's the regular flu she's in for a few rough days."

Steve stayed to confer with Bruce about Hank McCoy's whereabouts, and Clint and Bucky returned to the living quarters.

Clint tucked Allie back into bed with a tablet to watch a movie. "Can you keep an eye on her?" he asked. "I need to update Nat and cancel our missions."

"Yeah." Bucky laid a cool hand over Allie's warm forehead. "We'll be here."

Allie's fever diminished slightly with medicine, but she was still hot, weak, and miserable, dozing in and out of sleep, crying for comfort. Popsicles and cool cloths soothed her throat and her skin, and cuddled from her family soothed her soul.

A lukewarm bath sent her to sleep, but she refused to be set down in her bed, the sheets making her sensitive skin ache. So for the foreseeable future, Clint had a five-year-old weight in his arms.

"Good thing you didn't skip arm day," Tony said lightly, walking into the kitchen. His mocking tone was at odds with his tender expression as he looked at Allie. "Can I hold her?" he asked after a second. "When you get tired, obviously. Don't want your bow arm to get cramped up.'

Clint gently shifted her to Tony's hold. "Thanks man. I'll be back in a few."

"Yeah. Take your time, we're good."

"Tony?" Allie mumbled, frowning up at him.

"Hey doll."

"Where's daddy?"

"He'll be back in a bit."

"Mm." She pressed a hand to his arm reactor and closed her eyes again, shifting uneasily. "Hurts," she whimpered.

"I know, sweetheart, I'm sorry. Being sick is no fun at all." He went to the couch and burrito-wrapped her into the softest fleece blanket they had. "This better?"

"Yeah."

Dummy exited the elevator and chirped anxiously. He rolled over to them and draped a cool cloth on Allie's forehead. She reached out to pat Dummy's shoulder joint, and he chirped again.

"Tank you," she said, coughing.

Allie fell asleep again after that, and slept through the changing of arms twenty minutes later. When she woke up again, crying out from a fever-induced dream of evil ninjas, it was her mother that soothed her.

"Shh, baby, you're okay, you're safe." Natasha kissed her forehead. "It's just a bad dream. You're safe."

Allie flailed helplessly. "No, no I want my mommy," she mumbled, still caught in her dream. "Daddy! Steeb! Mommy! Bwuce!" She winced away from the cool cloth. "No! Go 'way!" In the midst of her dream, she tried to turn into a dragon, and her whole body shuddered with effort. She woke up with a cry of pain, and nearly fell off the bed trying to get away from the dark figure she saw above her.

"JARVIS lights, ten percent," Natasha ordered desperately. She held out her hands peacefully. "Allie, Allie, sweetheart, it's mommy. It's me. You're safe, I promise. It was just a dream, baby, I promise."

Allie stared suspiciously at her mother, and then, it registered. "Mommy!" She threw herself into Natasha's arms, sobbing. "You okay," she sobbed, "you okay. Steeb? Bwuce? Daddy? Tony? Bucky? Dey okay?"

Natasha held her close, rocking her and kissing her hair. "We're okay, baby, I promise. It was just a dream." She hid her tears in Allie's hair until the little girl quieted and sniffled herself back to sleep. And then she looked up at Clint, who had suddenly appeared at her shoulder. "This is the hardest thing I've ever had to deal with," she whispered. "I can't stand it."

Clint hugged his wife and kissed her. "I know," he said, and admitted, "me too. Seeing her cry breaks my heart." He pressed another kiss to Natasha's lips. "But it's just temporary. She's going to be okay."

"I know," Natasha said, sighing.

"You want to set her down?" Clint asked, gesturing to the bed.

Natasha shook her head.

A day passed. Two days. Four. The fever left, came back, left, stayed. Tony hired the best children's specialists in New York for his medical ward to take care of Allie. The Avengers took turns sitting with her and keeping her entertained when she was awake. Bucky only visited at random times, only for five minutes. It was hard for him, seeing a flushed, exhausted Allie laying in a hospital bed, linked to an IV that was giving her the fluids and nutrients that she needed. It made him want to smash things, Hulk-style.

Bruce and Hank McCoy were working on a cure to her illness, but it was slow-going. They'd figured out that it was similar to the Legacy virus that the X-Men had previously dealt with, but this one had specifically targeted Allie, and it didn't seem to want to burn out itself. They were running out of options, and time, since Allie's small body couldn't take much more of the constant strain. And every time she inadvertently tried to shape-shift, it made her worse.

Clint and Natasha hadn't slept well in days, taking turns trying to track down leads on who built the virus and taking care of Allie. Sam was trying to keep them and the rest of the team from completely neglecting their own health, but he was only one person. "We need Darcy," he muttered to Bucky, who was literally standing guard outside of Natasha's door until the assassin got six solid hours of sleep. "She could out-boss Fury."

Bucky shook his head. "She's in London with Doctor Foster and Doctor Selvig."

"How do you know?" Sam asked.

The tips of Bucky's ears flushed red.

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Shut up," Bucky muttered, folding his arms and giving him his best 'Winter Soldier' glare.

Sam held up his hands and backed off. "Hey, I'm not gonna pry. Just, I'm here if you wanna talk."

"There's nothing to talk about," Bucky said firmly.

A few hours later, there was. Gravitational anomalies filled England, there were aliens and spaceships in Greenwich - Thor was back, and so was a whole boatload of problems.

"Seriously? Now?" Tony asked, annoyed, shoving pieces of the Iron Man armor on. "He has to bring chaos now? We're in the middle of a crisis!" He popped his helmet on. "J, inform Dr. Foster I'll be there in a couple hours."

"Yes sir."

Tony arrived as soon as the first couple teams of SHIELD did for the cleanup. He tracked Thor straight to Dr. Foster's mother's apartment and let himself in. "You could've called ya know," he said loudly, interrupting Thor and Jane's makeout session.

Thor grinned and stood up. "Tony Stark!" he said, grabbing the billionaire in a huge hug. "I am glad to see you." He stepped back slightly. "And, there was not time, or I would have very gladly called upon my fellow warriors."

Tony nodded distractedly. "Then in the words of our fearless Cap, sit rep?"

Thor and Jane, and Darcy when she comes in later, take turns explaining what had happened, and then Darcy asked, "So how's everyone? Allie hasn't texted me lately."

Tony scowled and rubbed at his face with both hands. "Which brings us to our next topic. Allie's sick."

"What?!" came the outraged and worried reactions. "Why weren't we told?" Jane demanded.

Tony pointed out the window, where one could still see the smoke rising in the distance.

"Oh yeah."

"What's wrong with her?" Darcy asked urgently.

Tony explained, and looked at Thor. "We're running out of time, and we don't know how to help her. Does Asgard have healers that could help?"

Thor nodded. "I can arrange it." He clasped Tony on the shoulder. "I will return to Asgard immediately and send them to the Tower as soon as possible."

"Thank you."

Thor swept out of the apartment, and a whoosh proclaimed his exit from the realm a few moments later.

"Can we go back?" Darcy pestered Jane.

Jane shook her head helplessly. "We need to stay here and deal with the aftermath. The readings alone will revolutionize science and technology for the next fifty years. But we'll get it done as soon as we can, okay?"

Darcy nodded.

Tony frowned. "What equipment do you need to make it happen?"

Jane started spouting off a list, and JARVIS began to work his magic.

Tony went to greet Coulson and offer him some SI resources for clean-up, which were gratefully accepted on behalf of New SHIELD, and then he went directly back to New York.

When he got inside the building, there was still no change to either Allie's condition or Bruce's work. He updated the team on the Greenwich incident, and told them Thor was coming back with a healer.

"When?" Natasha asked.

"Don't know. Soon."

Natasha nodded and went to sit with her daughter. "Tor's comin' back?" Allie asked tiredly.

"Yeah sweetheart, he's on his way."

"Kay."

It was seven hours later when Thor came back to Earth, an older woman in his wake. "My friends," Thor said gravely, as the Avengers gathered around him to say hi. "This is Eir, she is a very gifted healer. She helped Jane with the Aether, and she promises to help Allie."

"Greetings," Eir said, giving them a regal nod.

"This way," Bruce said, ushering her into the elevator.

"You trust her?" Clint asked Thor quietly, as they took the stairs.

"Yes."

Clint nodded, and hurried up.

Eir set up a smaller version of the Soul Forge near Allie's bed, and lowered the screen over the bed. "As your Dr. Foster said, this is a quantum field generator," she explained to Tony and Bruce, and a cautious Natasha. "It will tell us what is wrong with the child."

"My name's Allie," the five-year-old protested.

Eir smiled down at Allie and touched her hair. "Greetings, Allie. May I run the scan?"

Allie shuddered under her touch and shook her head. "Does it hurt?"

"No, I promise."

"Okay."

The machine did its thing, and the scan popped up, several sections highlighted in red. "A viral infection targeting her immune system," Eir said, and frowned. "This was bio-engineered for her specific cells. She has a mutation, yes?"

"Yes."

"It is inhibiting their use."

"We know all that already," Tony said impatiently. "How do you fix it?"

"A cleanse," Eir said simply.

"What does that mean?" Bruce pressed.

Eir gestured to the Soul Forge. "This has identified all the foreign agents and it can easily remove them. After that it will be a simple restorative field to allow her to regain her strength."

Clint and Natasha shared a glance. "Do it," Clint said.

Eir smiled down at Allie. "Close your eyes, child. When you wake up you will feel much better."

Allie closed her eyes, holding tight to her daddy's hand, and Eir passed a hand over Allie's forehead. Allie sighed, and was instantly asleep.

Eir set the Soul Forge to do its thing, filling the area around Allie with a thick, warm orange fog, and ushered the group of people out. "It will take several hours to cleanse her system and heal her," she said. "I will call you when the process is complete."

"We're staying with her," Natasha said, holding Clint's hand.

Eir nodded. "Very well, but don't touch her. The Soul Forge is very precisely calibrated."

They both nodded.

"Tell us," Steve requested quietly, and moved everyone out of the ward.

Several hours passed as the superspies paced and watched and waited. Eir sat gracefully in the corner and watched the holographic display. And then the Soul Forge beeped, and chimed.

"What is it?" Clint asked anxiously.

Eir checked the settings again, and pressed a hand to Allie's forehead. She was cool to the touch. "She is well," she said. "She will be tired but as long as she rests she will be back to normal in no time at all."

Allie stirred under the gentle touch and raised her arms to stretch. "Mommy?" she asked, blinking awake. Her eyes were bright and clear, contrasting with the dark circles under them. "It worked?"

"It worked," Natasha confirmed, pulling Allie into her arms and hugging her tightly.

Clint kissed his little girl and hugged them both. "Thank you," he told Eir.

She nodded silently.

Allie let her parents fuss over her, and then turned to the door as it opened and the Avengers spilled in. "I'm better!" she announced, and allowed herself to be hugged by everyone. She stayed in Thor's arms. "Did you bring me a present?" she asked.

He chuckled and kissed her hair. "I did indeed." He pulled a small leather pouch from his pocket and handed it to her.

She opened the pouch carefully and pulled out a beautiful carved statue of a tree. "What is it?" she asked.

"It's a music box," he said, folding her fingers around the small statue. "Listen."

She closed her eyes, and her jaw dropped. "There's music," she whispered, opening her eyes and looking around. She looked at the statue, and carefully opened her fingers. "It stopped," she said, surprised.

"It only works if you listen," Thor replied enigmatically.

"What song is it?" Allie asked. "It's weally beautiful."

"The song of the world tree," Thor said. "The universe makes it. This is like a small, radio, that helps you hear it."

"Oh." Allie kissed his cheek. "Thank you." She carefully put it back in the pouch and stuck it in the pocket of her pajamas.

Eir cleared her throat subtly.

Thor knelt to put Allie on the ground. "Yes. Thank you, Eir, for your help."

Allie walked over to Eir and tapped her on the arm gently. "Can I ask you a question?"

"The fever will not come back," Eir told.

"That wasn't my question," Allie persisted.

Eir sighed. "Very well. What is your question?"

"What do you really look like?"

The innocent question made all the Avengers freeze and turn to look at Eir.

"What do you speak of?" Eir asked.

"You're a shapeshifter," Allie replied. "Whenever you touched my forehead it made me feel itchy, like when my biological daddy did, and he's a shapeshifter, so you're a shapeshifter."

Eir waved a dismissive hand. "You are simply reacting to an alien skin."

"Nuh-uh. Thor doesn't feel weird. You do." Allie lifted her chin stubbornly. "Why are you lying?"

Eir gave the child a measuring gaze, and nodded once. "Very well. Since you asked." Her eyes glowed green, and the wise healer turned into a black-haired trickster. "Hello, Allie."

A/N: Sorry not sorry for the cliffhanger. This will encourage me to finish the next chapter quickly though :)