Hi again! I'm proud of myself for putting up the second chapter the day after I wrote the first. *grins* I also want to apologize for making the first chapter so short. I promise all the next chapters will be a lot longer! Now who's ready for chapter 2?! Annnnddddd…. Action

Amelia groaned. Where was she? Why was the ground so hard? Why was it so dark? Then Amelia realized her eyes were still closed. She weakly opened them, and then everything came back to her. The strange knife guy. The hazardous chemicals spilling on her. The pain.

She blacked out. That was it. Amelia could have sworn that before she fainted, she was on fire. Of course, that was a silly thought.

She would be dead or badly injured if she really did catch on fire.

Right?

In a daze, Amelia stood up, but instantly regretted it. Her legs were wobbling, her skin burned, and there was a strange feeling throughout her whole body. Amelia decided that walking would probably be a bad thing right now, so she sat down. Surrounding her were the large containers that once held dangerous chemicals.

Chemicals that Amelia were sure spilled all over her.

But again, why wasn't she dead or badly injured? And where did that creepy guy go?

Then she glanced down at her arm where the knife cut her skin.

Nothing. The cut simply wasn't there anymore. But.. Cuts don't just randomly vanish like that… Do they?

Suddenly Amelia got a pounding headache. She was sure it was from the stressful confusion of what the heck happened and why she was here unharmed. Maybe for some uncanny reason Amelia had been in a tiny coma for a few days? A week? I mean, the cut could have gone away in that time. But if it had been that long, wouldn't her family be sending a search party for her?

Then it dawned on her…. She had a phone. Amelia cursed underneath her breath.

"I've had my phone this WHOLE TIME?" Amelia sighed. How stupid of her. If she used it earlier, she probably wouldn't even be in this situation.

Amelia got out her phone and checked the date. Amelia stood staring at the phone. It was the same day as when this all happened. September 29..

Now she REALLY didn't know what was going on.

"Okay," Amelia said to herself.

"I just need to chillax. Maybe I'm just going crazy? Yeah.. That must be it."

Amelia summoned enough strength to stand up, and she started walking home. Of course, she would call a taxi because it would take forever to walk there on her own.

Widow sighed. It had been a long day, with the mission going wrong after Clint got hurt… Ugh. Clint. Her best friend, and partner in missions, but for some reason that man always found a way to injure himself. Luckily this time it wasn't fatal, just a gun shot through his leg. You'd be surprised at how many times he'd got shot before. For the world's greatest Marksman, he sure needed to watch his surroundings better.

"Natasha?" Steve's voice echoed through the empty training room.

"I thought I'd find you here."

"What's it this time Cap? The whole team or just you and me? Where's the mission brief?"

Steve chuckled.

"You know me too well Natasha."

"To be fair, half the time you ask for me it's for a mission."

Rogers ran a hand through his hair.

"Fury wants us to bring this 14 year old girl in. He says she could be a potential hero."

"What do we know about her?

"All the director said was to stay on her good side, and if possible sneak up on her, knock her out, then bring her to the Helicarrier."

"When do we start?"

"Right now if you're ready."

Amelia was about to enter a small alley to reach the road, and catch a cab, but then two guys emerged from the darkness.

"Hey little girl, what are you doing here all alone?" A creep with dyed red hair asked in a mocking tone.

"Don't you know it's dangerous out here this time of night?" The other guy said.

Amelia mustered some courage.

"What do you creeps want?"

It didn't quite come out the way she wanted it to. You could hear the nervousness in her voice.

Both of the guys laughed.

"This is too easy," Red head said.

"We want all your money. And we know you have some. By the looks of your clothes and shoes, I can tell that you aren't poor, which means you must have at least a little money with you."

"I.. I left it all a.. At home.." Amelia stuttered.

The other creep snarled.

"Give us your money kid. Now, before things get worse than they have to be."

That's when Amelia started to get angry.

"You guys can't just walk up to me and tell me to give you all of my money!" Amelia shouted at them.

The creepos glanced at eachother and then burst out laughing.

That made Amelia even more angry.

"Oh, you guys think I'm joking around. Well let me tell you, I'M NOT!"

Amelia didn't know what was happening right then. One moment she was yelling at two guys actually trying to mug her, and the next she felt that burning sensation again. Only this time it didn't hurt, it made her feel stronger.

The muggers both screamed. Yes, flat out screamed like girls. Amelia thought they were just messing around or something.

What happened next got even weirder.

Amelia never learned how to give a punch, she never had reason to. But that moment right there, she balled up her first and punched both of those guys. Hard.

Then the guys gave a pathetic, terrified yelp and ran away fast.

Then Amelia glanced into a broken piece of glass and then stumbled back.

Was she.. Was she…. On FIRE?

Amelia felt herself cool down again, and then looked back at the glass. This time she wasn't on fire.

"I really am going crazy, aren't I?" Amelia said to herself.

But she wasn't so sure…

Amelia stuck both of her arms out in front of her, and then concentrated really hard. The thought of her arms bursting into flames like she'd seen in the broken glass.

Nothing.

Amelia tried again. This time she felt the burning sensation, and closed her eyes. When she opened them, what she saw astonished her.

Her. Arms. Were on fire. And they didn't even burn!

Though this was freaking Amelia out like heck, she did want to test the limits.

This time she pictured herself completely bursting into flames, every inch of her body.

Then she felt the sensation and looked back into the glass.

Yes, she was definitely on fire.

Amelia was seriously freaking out now. I ,mean, what would you do if YOU just randomly burst into flames?

And with that she ran. She ran back to home. She ran a freaking 4 miles without stopping, without getting tired. When she finally reached her home, that burst of energy she had just faded away. Amelia somehow made it in her room without collapsing, hoping that her aunt and uncle wouldn't notice she'd been gone for a few hours. Yeah.. Her life was going to change a lot. She couldn't just keep her powers hidden.

Amelia thought of all the superheroes she'd heard of. When they got their powers, they used them to do good, fighting crime. Though Amelia was still in a daze and scared out of her mind, she decided that was what she was going to do.

She was going to become a superhero.