Amelia, having already dropped her suitcase off at the room she was staying in, stopped dead when she saw the Avengers sitting around at the table, none of them noticing her yet. "Are you alright?" The woman next to her asked, glancing down.
"I'm fine, Agent Hill," she replied. "Just nervous, really." Agent Hill nodded and Amelia took a deep breath, striding forward to introduce herself to the Avengers.
Almost immediately, Tony spotted her and asked, "Doesn't she look a lot like our two assassins?"
Struggling not to tense at the word, she nodded to them. "Uh, hello there."
One of them smiled kindly and assured, "Don't worry, we won't bite you… Amelia, right?"
"Yep, that's me." She headed down over to the large table, sitting away from them awkwardly. "So, uh, w-what are your names again? Other than you, Mr. Stark."
"Please, call me Tony." Amelia gave a meek nod and listened to the two others introduce themselves.
"Well, my full name is Amelia Earhart B.," she explained, not wanting to go into the subject of her last name. "So, что же нам, er, what are we all gathered here for?"
Ignoring the question, Tony asked, "Wait, was that Russian? And is that a Russian accent?"
Amelia felt the blood run to her head and she hoped she wasn't blushing from embarrassment. "Umm, yeah, it was Russian and I have a slight accent."
Steve rolled his eyes at Tony and explained, "I'm sure Fury already explained this two you, but two of our members are missing and-"
"Off the grid," Amelia finished, blinking. "Oh, then yes, he told me."
"Sorry," Bruce butted in, "but Tony's right, you do look a lot like them." Amelia shifted nervously, not wanting to speak about that topic.
"I've been told that multiple times," she said softly, standing. "And I guess that's a complement, but I am my own person." She turned and left the room quickly, tense. She heard them yelling out their apologizes, but she didn't blame them for being curious. Amelia was still hurting about what happened over the past few days… she stopped suddenly. It was almost December tenth.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and she flinched, wheeling around on guard. "Sorry!" Steve yelped and raised up his hands.
Amelia sighed and turned away again. "It's fine, you just startled me."
"What's wrong? I'm sorry if we offended you by talking about you looking like them."
"It's fine, really," Amelia lied, walking on. "I just need some time alone to get used to the fact that I'm with the Avengers." She threw him a fake, eager smile before opening the door to her room and slipping inside, closing it.
Sighing, Amelia shuffled toward her bed, lying down, struggling to think with all her mixed emotions. Sniffing, she buried her head in the pillow, feeling the tears spring free again. Weak… that's all I am, she thought bitterly. That's probably why my parents didn't want me, I'm just a weakling. Pulling herself off the bed, she headed over to the window and gazed out at the sky, still slightly surprised that the ship could indeed fly.
Amelia looked down at her black Reeboks, closing her eyes. Tonight, I will apologize to the Avengers for my behavior, she decided. And I will be honest about what happened.
After getting permission to not have to dress up very fancy like, Amelia put on some nice, clean jeans and the white blouse from her interview, brushing her hair smooth again. "Здесь я иду," she muttered to herself, turning and heading to the door. Once outside her room, she headed back toward the conference room, still feeling nervous. Peering at the room from the shadows, she saw the Avengers there as well as Agent Hill and Fury.
Taking a deep breath, she walked out of the shadows and over to the table, pushing aside her nervousness. "Sorry about earlier," she spoke when they saw her. "I was just getting over some… things."
"Understandable," Fury replied, nodding. "Now, why don't you explain to them what you told me."
"Конечно," she replied and sat down, ignoring the stares. "I was abandoned at the orphanage when I was a baby, apparently found with a note saying what my name was, but didn't say what the B stood for.
"There, I grew up and learned how to speak Russian more fluently and how to fight," Amelia continued on. "My best friend, Victoria, used to tease me often about being related to…" She hesitated, before giving in. "To the Black Widow and Hawkeye because of how I looked and moved. One day, we went out to get some things from a corner store but we were jumped. We both fought back and the two men left, but I got this scar." She held out her arm for them to see it.
"But… they were working for someone, saying things like we were the ones someone wanted, but they spoke in Russian." She stared down at the table, refusing to meet their gazes. "They knew me, somehow, because they spoke to me using my last name." Amelia skipped over that part for last. "A few days later, Frederick fell ill and had to be taken to the hospital, but he didn't make it."
She felt herself tremble as she remembered the encounter with the man later that day. "After we came back, I went outside to think, when someone called my name in Russian. I demanded who they were, but they didn't tell me. But he claimed that he knew who I was and who my parents were." Amelia felt her stomach twist into knots. "He gave me a sac and told me about my supposed adopter, telling me to implant the stuff around his house. If I complied… he said he would release my parents."
Amelia almost cringed when she felt the alarm in the room spike up suddenly. "I agreed to this. It was only today after Fury and I made it to the airplane is when I realized what was inside. He… he wanted to spy on S.H.I.E.L.D., but I never knew that." Taking another breath, she raised her head strongly to meet their gazes.
"The two men that jumped me and my friend said my last name was Barton."
что же нам = What are we
Здесь я иду = Here I go
Конечно = Of course