Amelia bent backward, almost landing on her hands as she dodged the blow. "Nice try," she crowed and swung back, thankful for the large room. Her attacker staggered back, winded by the blow to the chest. The girl glared at Amelia and dodged the second blow.

"Too predictable," she sneered.

Amelia smirked and kicked out a foot, causing the attacker to stumble back onto a bed. "Give up?" She asked, smirking down at her.

"Yes!" The attacker gasped before laughing. "You won again, Amelia! I'm telling you, you must be related to them!"

Amelia laughed and plopped down in a chair next to the bed, propping her feet up and slumping down. "As much as it would be awesome," she replied, "that's not true, Victoria. You know that."

Victoria shrugged and sat up on the bed. "Well, that was fun," she commented. "Too bad we couldn't fight outside."

"It would be better," Amelia agreed, grinning. "It always gives us that better feel of fighting with the Avengers."

"Exactly!" Victoria jumped off the bed and headed toward the window, gazing out. "I wonder what it was like when the battle was going on…"

Amelia stood and walked over to her friend, standing next to her. "Probably utter chaos."

Victoria snorted and rolled her eyes. "No, really? I always thought it was like a walk in the park."

Amelia snickered and turned, heading back to her bed which was across from Victoria's and picked up her water bottle, unscrewing the cap and taking a drink.

"Come on, girls!" Anne's voice drifted from the stairway. "Time for dinner!"

"Coming!" The two replied in sync and Amelia flung open the door, darting out and jogging down the stairs with Victoria in tow.

Amelia then slowed her pace when she got downstairs and walked toward the dining room, seeing the other child residents sitting down at the different tables and talking to each other. Amelia headed over to the end of the second table, sitting down next to Victoria.

"It's almost my birthday!" She chirped, grinning.

Victoria smirked and replied, "Not for at least another month."

"Kill joy."

"Oh, sure. You believe that but not the fact that your parents are the Black Widow and Hawkeye."

"For the hundredth time," Amelia sighed, "they are not related to me."

Victoria just shrugged and moved her arms as Anne rested a plate of food in front of them both. "Tomorrow you can go outside," she replied, smiling at the girls before walking away.

"Yes!" Amelia cheered and high fived Victoria.

Turning back to her food, Amelia picked up her fork and stabbed it into the salad, bring the fork up and biting down, chewing the lettuce after she pulled the fork away.

Victoria ate as well, chewing slowly, eyes gazing out blankly. Once she swallowed, Amelia asked, "You okay?"

"I was just thinking about-"

Amelia groaned and bent her head back. "Please not this conversation again."

Victoria laughed and replied, "No, not that one. But I was thinking about how the Avengers just… disappeared; other than Iron Man since he lives here, but the others just… left."

Amelia, who couldn't help but feel sarcastic, replied, "No, I though Iron Man lived in Russia."

"Ha-ha!" Victoria crowed. "You always say things about people living in Russia! There's more proof!"

Amelia sighed and muttered something inaudible, but it wasn't in English.

Victoria's eyes lit up and she turned to a boy across the table. "Chris! You speak different languages, what language did Amelia just speak in?"

"Oh god…" Amelia groaned and lowered her head to her chest.

Chris blinked, taken off guard before replying: "Umm, Russian, why?"

Victoria smirked and turned to her friend. "Ah, Russian, the language shared by two certain people."

"And millions of others," Amelia countered. "Just because it comes easy to me doesn't mean I'm related to them."

Before her friend could reply, a voice drawled, "Well, maybe that is a fact to show Amelia is a spy."

Amelia whipped her head to the person that spoke, eyes narrowed and sparking with fury. "Bradley," she growled through gritted teeth. "For the last time, I am not a spy."

Bradley gazed at her lazily, and Amelia felt her blood boil with anger just looking at the paranoid boy who believed anyone who thought differently of the US government or spoke another language of an US enemy was trouble. "Oh, is that so? What about all your fighting moves, hmm? Those are only things spies have."

"You idiot," Amelia snarled, but was cut off by Anne.

"Amelia! You know better than to call others names!"

Amelia pushed the chair back and stood, food abandoned as well as her appetite. "I'm done anyway," she growled, throwing her napkin onto the table and wheeling around, stalking away, disappearing into the hallway and storming upstairs.

She stalked into her room and collapsed on her bed, staring up angrily at the ceiling. "идиот," she growled, tears blurring her vision. He hates me… no, stop this, Amelia. Don't do that to yourself.

"Amelia?" Victoria's voice called softly, sounding worried and guilty. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up with Bradley there, I'm really sorry."

"It's not your fault," Amelia choked out, not moving. "He's just a big jerk. Please don't blame yourself for his actions."

There was a sigh and Amelia saw Victoria head over to her own bed in the corner of her vision. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Amelia pulled the blankets over her and turned her back to Victoria. "I'm perfectly fine." But even when she said that, tears slid down onto her pillow.

I just want to fit in…

идиот means idiot in Russian.