After searching S.H.I.E.L.D. up and down for a radio, Amelia had finally found one the day before Thor should up. Now, on December thirteenth, Amelia was dressed for battle in a suit similar to Romanoff's, unknowingly, and sitting on her bed, listening to music. Her hold body was trembling slightly and her face was very pale and sweaty, eyes glazed slightly with fever. But she refused to rest; she had to help the Avengers fight, even if she was just a small fourteen-year-old. Softly, she started to sing along to distract her from her illness and from the upcoming battle.
Amelia winced as she remember today was her birthday, but she didn't tell anyone that because, in her mind, it would make her sound like a brat. Taking a shaking breath, Amelia heard someone knock on her door. Slowly, she stood up and turned, heading over and opening it, seeing Steve standing there in his suit. "Ready?" He asked, frowning when he saw her condition.
"As I'll ever be," she replied before explaining: "I'm just really nervous."
"You don't have to do this, you know."
Amelia raised her head and replied, "But I want too, I need to do this." He sighed and shrugged, walking away.
"Come on, then. The plane is waiting for us."
Amelia sat down across from the Avengers, staring down at the ground, her hands shaking and face still pale. She knew they didn't really believe her when she said she was just nervous, but she knew they didn't stop her either because she was so stubborn. "Вы уверены, что это не ловушка?"
"Jarvis," Tony stated, knowing better than to ask Amelia to translate. "What did she say?"
"She asked are you sure that this is not a trap, sir."
Tony nodded and replied, "We're sure."
Amelia glanced up uncertainly but shrugged and looked back down, feeling the plane hit the ground with a bump and skids before stopping. Standing up, she rasped, "Ну, вот мы идем."
As they stepped off the plane, she spotted a main leaning against the bridge staring down at them, already there was damage. Cars were crashed everywhere and people were fleeing from the disaster, obviously terrified. "Here are the famous Avengers," he sneered, glaring down at them. At first glance, he looked just like any other man, but Amelia swallowed as she saw sparks flicking from his hands. Obviously, he was not a mortal like her. "Here to get your precious friends back?"
Amelia glared up at him, and almost cowered behind the Avengers when she saw the cruelty in his gaze. "I suggest you give up now," Tony called. "You don't want to mess with us."
The man threw his head back and laughed, Amelia scooting away from Bruce when she saw him clench his fists. "All I see is one god, one genetically engineered man, a mortal with an iron suit, someone with anger issues, and a child." Despite her pale face, Amelia felt herself heat up with rage, which didn't help her fever.
"And I see an идиот messing with the wrong group!" She spat, forcing her voice to sound strong and not shaky.
The man chuckled and rasped, "If it's war you want, war you'll get." As he turned away from them, something flew through the air and landed by their feet.
"Grenade!" Amelia yelped and bolted, thankfully Captain America doing the same, Iron Man shooting into the air, and Bruce also going into a different direction as the 'other guy' started to take control. The grenade went off with a loud explosion and Amelia winced as shrapnel cut into her arms and legs, which were shielding her head, belly, chest, and neck, her back pressed against a large piece of cement.
As soon as the grenade went off, the Avengers went into battle, Amelia frozen as their enemies swarmed out of the mess. She spotted the two men that jumped her and Victoria rushing alongside those… things. She couldn't describe it. The enemies were some kind of mutant beings, and to be honest, it frightened Amelia, making her remember she was indeed an ill, small, child.
Determination shot through her and she stood, watching the Hulk smash two mutants into a tree, Captain America throwing his shield at another. Iron Man, of course, was blasting them quickly as he could. Thor was swinging his hammer into the mutants. Amelia darted forward, and the man who had scarred her spotted her, stalking toward her angrily. "Вы и у меня есть незаконченное дело," he spat, glaring murderously at Amelia.
Amelia sneered, "Ты идиот за попытку снова драться со мной."
He lunged at her and Amelia ducked, grabbing his arm and twisting it as hard as she could behind him. The man cried out in pain and twisted, swinging around a large hand and catching Amelia in the side of her ribs. She gasped and released, staggering back as she struggled to breath, wincing from the blow. He stalked toward her again and she skidded under him, turning and kicking him hard in the back, ignoring the pain.
As the man fell, he turned and swiped her legs out from under her with his foot. Amelia collapsed and he stood, placing a foot on her chest, her temple scraping against a piece of shrapnel. She gasped for breath and froze, knowing struggling wound make things worse. Thankfully, Captain America was nearby and threw his shield, catching the man in the head. He crumbled and Amelia scrambled out, panting for breath. Captain America rushed over and retrieved his shield. "You okay?"
"Fine," Amelia wheezed, "I just need to catch my breath." He nodded and raced off back into battle. Leaning down and gritting her teeth, she picked up the knife from the fallen man's belt, feeling blood trickle down her temple. Her body was trembling violently from exhaustion and illness, her face even paler and sweaty. "О чем я думаю? Я не могу бороться в таком состоянии!"
Amelia glanced around, suddenly realizing the Avengers were stuck on the ground, none of them at the bridge where he was… Narrowing her eyes, Amelia darted across the battlefield, keeping to the shadows and hiding behind the wreckage, making her way to the bridge.
Spotting the man, she ducked behind a car, peering out, seeing him watching the battle, not noticing her yet. Amelia glanced beside her, seeing a quiver with an arrow and a bow. Keeping that in mind, she crept around the car, stalking toward him. "Release them, now."
The man whipped around, startled before relaxing, a smirk forming on his face. "I'm impressed, Амелия, not may can sneak up on me like that. But that won't let your parents go."
Amelia tensed and growled, "Отпустите моих родителей! Вы не ссорились с ними!"
"Of course I do," he sighed and stepped back, examining Amelia's state as she glared at him. "They tried to kill me in Budapest, and then in Russia." Amelia's eyes widened when she realized her suspicion was correct after all. Suddenly, he raised his hand and shot a spark of electricity at her before she could move.
She was knocked aside and slammed into a block of cement, sliding to the ground as her mouth was parted in a silent cry of pain, her body shaking. Slowly, she stood again and barely dodged another blast which knocked the car she was hiding behind earlier, but the third one hit her again.
Amelia gasped as she landed on her side, pain firing through her. Pushing it aside, she rolled out of the way, the adrenaline making her forget her pain, snatching a bow and arrow off the ground and leaping to her feet, staggering. Notching the arrow and drawing the string back, she faced him, eyes narrowed as she felt blood trickle down her head and unwanted tears down her dusty cheeks, her arms faintly trembling from exhaustion and illness. In the background, she could hear the Hulk roaring as the Avengers fought to free her parents… but they didn't know she was there, and she was in trouble.
The villain sneered, eyes gleaming. "Now the Avengers are hiring children to do their work," he drawled, smirking at the visibly exhausted girl.
She ignored him and hissed, "What have you done with my parents?"
"So they are your parents, I thought that was a lie that you needed to be fed," he muttered, studying her with new found interest. Suddenly, his eyes filled with pity. "You poor thing," he cooed, "it must be so hard to fight for them when they never even wanted you."
Amelia's grip tightened on the bow, but he could see the string relaxing. "You're lying," she croaked, eyes flooding with mixed emotions.
"Too bad your more like your mother," he continued on. "Your eyes give away your emotions. But it is true, Natasha never wanted you nor did Clint. That's why they gave you away. And the Avengers are just using you, they know you are of no use, and won't care if you are killed."
She stiffened, Amelia's arms trembling. "N-no… that's not true!"
"Oh but it is," he taunted, circling her. "That's why they abandoned you at an orphanage home, that's why they never told anyone about you. They don't care." He stopped and reached out a hand, placing it on Amelia's shoulder. "Join me," he whispered. "And I will make sure you are cared about, and then you can take revenge on those who hurt and used you."
Amelia froze, eyes clouding over, her brain churning with the thoughts. Suddenly, she reeled back, eyes glittering with hatred. "Never," she spat at him, pulling back the string and angling it at him. "You're lying, I know you are. You're trying to use me as a piece in your game. You hate the Avengers, and you want me to destroy them. But I won't!"
"Girl," he snarled, eyes blazing, "watch what you're doing. I'm more powerful then you are; you're just a girl, a child; nothing but a weak, pathetic, crying child. Not only that, your eyes are obviously glazed with fever, you're ill and won't last in this battle."
Amelia flinched, for what he said was true. Sure, she could fight and use a bow, but she was a kid. She had no experience, she wasn't an immortal god or a raging monster, or even had a suit of iron, or was genetically engineered to be a fighter. She was tiring out faster than the others, she couldn't fight much longer, and it was a wonder that she was still even alive. As for being sick… she was. Amelia could feel the fever burning through her, messing up her moves and clouding her vision and thoughts.
Suddenly, he lunged forward and ripped the bow from her hands, Amelia giving a cry of pain as the string sliced through her palm. Throwing aside the bow, he lashed out a punch but Amelia dodged, gripping his arm and twisting it. He used his other hand to hit her and she released him, staggering back. He shoved her down but she landed on her palms, kicking out at him before rolling off before he could strike back, leaping to her feet.
"So much like them," he hissed, voice dripping with hatred. A smirk slowly formed on his face and he sneered, "Have a nice fall."
Before Amelia could register his words, he lunged forward, ramming into her. She yelped and skidded back on the ice slicked surface, suddenly feeling the ground disappear. "No!" She screamed and struggled to grab the edge of the bridge with her fingers, but the ice was too much. Amelia slipped and started to free fall down to the broken debris on the ground, the man watching her before disappearing.
The icy wind screamed in her ears, tearing at her hair and clothes as the fell, screaming for help. Amelia prayed with all her might that someone good would hear her. But no one was coming, and she closed her eyes, waiting for the painful impact. Suddenly, she landed on something hard that made her stop breathing for a moment on impact. Opening her eyes, she blinked up at Iron Man. He flew back toward the other Avengers and landed, gently resting Amelia on the ground.
"Thanks," she croaked hoarsely, shivering from fever, her vision slowly turning black.
"What were you thinking?" Tony snapped, the mask of his suit going up. "You should've brought back up!"
Amelia grunted and struggled to sit up. "Can we talk about this later?" She groaned, sliding back down onto her back. "I don't feel good…"
There was shouting and her vision blurred, but felt Tony picking her back up and a plane landing as she was rushed to it. Amelia then slumped in his arms, losing conciseness.
Вы уверены, что это не ловушка? = Are you sure that this is not a trap?
Ну, вот мы идем. = Well, here we go.
идиот = idiot
Вы и у меня есть незаконченное дело. = You and I have unfinished business.
Ты идиот за попытку снова драться со мной. = You're an idiot for trying to fight me again.
О чем я думаю? Я не могу бороться в таком состоянии! = What am I thinking? I can not fight in this state!
Амелия = Amelia
Отпустите моих родителей! Вы не ссорились с ними! = Let go of my parents! You have no quarrel with them!