Sometimes, things that are broken can be fixed. Other times, it can't be. Amelia couldn't be fixed.
She was broken.
She was broken when she was jumped. When Frederick had died and when Bradley accused her of murdering him. She was broken when she was taken from everything she known and thrown into battle. She was broken from falling off of the bridge, gaining a fear of heights and of falling. She was broken from the anxiety she had after and from the post-traumatic stress. And the last straw came was when she found out her best friend since she was a young child, had betrayed her.
Many onboard S.H.I.E.L.D. tried to help fix her, but Amelia couldn't be fixed. It certainly didn't help that they were high into the air when she gained the fears.
Most of all, Amelia felt guilty. No one knew this, but it played a part in her unable to heal. She felt guilty because she helped train Victoria; she was the one that broke contact with her. And now, since Victoria had betrayed her, Amelia was having a hard time to trust everyone. She learned that they were trustworthy and loyal, but Victoria's betrayal rattled her deeply, causing her the pain and her to be broken.
Usually, one found Amelia pacing her room, the window blocked off by a curtain to keep her from having a panic attack, and muttering in Russian, always seeming haunted. Tony tried to help her get over her PTSD, because he knew personally how painful it was, but not even he could help her. Amelia woke up every night in a cold sweat, sometimes screaming, because she always dreamt she was falling to her death again.
It seemed that the hope of getting her parents back alive was the only thing keeping her sane. Thankfully, S.H.I.E.L.D. was doing their best to track them. And because she had the habit of bottling up her feelings and being secretive, it seemed to be slowly killing her. She would cringe away whenever someone tried to approach her, as if Amelia was afraid they were going to hurt her.
The worst was when Tony had asked her if she knew who she was still when she was in the infirmary. Amelia had stared at the ceiling of the infirmary, trembling. "Я даже не знаю, кто я," she whispered. When Tony asked Jarvis to translate, he was told that she said, "I do not even know who I am." Every time one saw her, her hands were always shaking, barely letting her hold anything. Her appetite was also diminishing because of her distress.
Everyone was trying to find Romanoff and Clint as fast as they could before Amelia wasted away, wanting to unite the family. So, it was a major surprise to everyone when Amelia came into the conference room, her hair brushed and neat, neater clothes, and less broken on the eve of the second battle.
"I want to help you fight again," she declared. "And I won't take no for an answer, I've sulked around enough and it's time for me to get over it."
"Are you sure, Amelia?" Fury asked, leaning forward in his seat. "The first battle didn't go well for you at all." Amelia gritted her teeth at the memory, struggling not to flinch.
"I'm sure," she replied, gazing at them challengingly, hiding her emotions and the real reason why she suddenly decided to fight. "I want to help my parents escape."
Fury sighed, seeing no point in arguing with her. "Very well; get some rest and eat something if you can."
"Конечно, сэр." Amelia turned and walked away, heading back to her room.
Once she was out of earshot, Tony leaned forward and stated, "She's hiding something again." And this time, the others couldn't help but agree.
Конечно, сэр. = Of course, sir.