Silence filled the room and Amelia then added, "And I would like it if you didn't refer to me as a spy or assassin, personal reasons."
Bruce leaned forward and replied, "Very well. But do you believe that they could be your parents?"
Amelia swallowed, gazing around at the other's faces before replying, "No, I don't."
"Wait, wait," Tony interrupted. "Why not? I mean, there are many kids in the world who would be happy to claim that." He eyed Amelia curiously.
Amelia looked down at her scar, silent, unsure of what to say. "Well," she finally said, "surely they would've told you guys, right?" She glanced up, but seeing the nervous glances, she realized that was wrong. "Besides," she carried on. "There are many other people who have a Russian accent, looks somewhat like them, speak Russian, and with the last name Barton. It's probably just a coincidence."
"But not everyone can move like them when fighting," Fury countered, gazing at her steadily.
"Okay, why are you trying to get me to believe that?" She challenged. "Does everyone know something I don't? First it was Victoria who was always trying to convince me, and now you?"
"Because we all know it's true," was the director's reply. Amelia fell silent and leaned back in her chair. She stood again and nodded to them.
"Thank you, for taking me out of the orphanage. But I think I'll go to bed, it's getting late and the past few days have been hard for me." Amelia turned and walked out, hearing them slowly start to talk about the plan of action to rescue the two spy assassins. Pushing the door open and closing it when she got to her room, Amelia gazed around, suddenly feeling curious.
Amelia started to search around the room, peering into the drawers, looking in the closet, and searching through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. "Nothing?" She muttered to herself. "Really? There has to be-" She stopped when she spotted a note on top of the dresser from the bathroom. "Of course it's all the way up there," she growled, stalking over. Thankfully, the dresser was next to the bed so she was able to pull down the note after getting on the bed and standing on one of the shelves.
Leaping down onto the bed, she lied down and gazed at the note, which was explaining the next place they were going to for some mission. But the name at the bottom was Nat. She sat straight up, realizing who it was to and who it was from. "Oh," she muttered and stuffed the note into the dresser drawer, confused. Why would they keep it a secret? She wondered, frowning. Surely the mission wasn't that dangerous?
Amelia sighed and climbed off the bed, heading to her suitcase and sitting down next to it, unzipping it to unpack. As she started to pull out her shirts, a small note card fluttered to the ground. Frowning, she stuffed the shirts back into the suitcase and picked up the card. "Huh," she mumbled, "I don't remember putting that in there…" Amelia trailed off, frowning as she stared at her name written on the card. "Wait a minute…" Scrambling up with card in hand, she walked back to the dresser and opened the drawer, pulling out the note.
As Amelia stared at the two notes, her hands started to shake, eyes widening. "Это же почерк..." Quickly, she stuffed the notes away and slammed the drawer shut, trembling. "Нет… она не может быть правдой..."
The next morning, Amelia was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, not planning out going outside in the cold air. Wearily, she opened the drawer and pulled out the notes, stuffing it into her pocket, her face pale and faint bags under her eyes, showing she had a lack of sleep. "This room must be haunted," she grumbled and opened the door, closing it behind her as she shuffled out of her room and toward the conference room.
Once she shuffled toward the table, Tony stated, "You look terrible."
"I hadn't notice," Amelia grumbled sarcastically and sat down, pulling out the two notes and placing them on the table. "Well," she sighed, "I do believe everyone was right."
"What do you mean?" Steve asked, frowning. "And what are those notes for?"
Amelia turned her gaze toward Fury and pushed the notes toward him. "I mean about who my parents are," she replied, standing up. "Fury, where did you send them too?"
Ignoring the confused gazes of the Avengers, she stared at Fury who calmly picked up the cards and examined them. "Well, this is Romanoff's writing," he agreed.
Amelia started to pace behind her chair, doing so to keep herself from slipping into speaking Russian. "What mission did you send them on?" She demanded.
Fury glanced up and replied, "That wasn't a secret mission, if that's what you're wondering, but they were sent to Russia."
Amelia continued her pacing, agitated. "Oh, well, the note sure made it seem like it was top secret."
"Can you stop pacing?" Tony sighed. "It's distracting."
Amelia scowled, but continued. "If you want me to start speaking in Russian, then I will."
"Never mind then."
"Oh yes," Amelia added, finally stopping and gazing at them. "What happened in Budapest?"
They stared at her in shock, Agent Hill asking, "Wait, how did you hear about Budapest?"
"The room I'm staying in must be haunted," she explained, drumming her fingers on the chair. "I kept hearing something about Budapest, and it didn't help me sleep. Did… did they go to Budapest?"
Fury sighed and leaned forward. "Yes, they were sent on a mission to Budapest, but neither of them would talk about it when they came back."
Amelia soon sat back in the chair, processing everything. "So… who were they going after, there?" She sat up straight, eyes wide. "What if they person they went after in Russia is the same one who was in Budapest? What if…" she trailed off, swallowing.
"What if what?" Bruce asked, glancing toward her.
"What if the man who wanted me to place the spy gear around S.H.I.E.L.D. is the same one who was in Budapest and now has them captured in Russia?"
Это же почерк... = The same handwriting ...
Нет… она не может быть правдой = No ... it can not be true...