Amelia sat down in front of her parents, blinking up at them, cheeks slightly flushed from crying, but also because she was still one of the smallest members onboard S.H.I.E.L.D. "Did they treat you well at the orphanage?" Natasha asked, gently holding Amelia's right hand.

"They did," Amelia replied, glancing from Clint to Natasha. "Frederick and Anne ran the place; they were very kind to everyone. I was raised with Victoria." She looked down again. "You might've seen her, she… she sided with Aaron, but she was tricked into believing she was needed." She glanced up, blue eyes gleaming with protectiveness for her former friend. Clint rest a hand on her shoulder and Amelia looked back down. "I told her that we would give her a second chance; that it's happened before. Amelia glanced back up. "Was… was I wrong?"

"No," her father assured, "you're right. They gave your mother and I a second chance." Her mother nodded, gently squeezing Amelia's hand.

Feeling a little better, Amelia switched back to the orphanage. "When… when I was younger, Frederick would take me to a class where I learned to speak Russian," she gave a nervous laugh. "I'll speak it whenever, but I have a habit of speaking it when I get a strong emotion. But if I want to be understood, I start pacing." She glanced up at her mother. "Fury said you do the same, for the Russian speaking part, anyway."

Natasha smiled and nodded. "Yes, I do that as well." Suddenly, she tapped her finger onto Amelia's arm.

"Will you explain how you got that and the scar on your left palm?" Clint asked and Amelia blinked, surprised that they noticed it even though she did her best to keep the scars hidden.

"I'm impressed," she admitted, "I thought I was hiding them pretty well. But yes, I will. Victoria and I usually ran out to the corner store to pick up smaller items, usually some snacks or something. We were jumped by Aaron's two goonies but they weren't very good fighters." She pulled her hands away to stretch out her arms. "Victoria and I used to mock fight a lot, and I must say it came in handy. Of course one of them pulled a knife on me and cut my arm." Amelia held out her arm to show her parents the scar. "Scared me half to death when they were only speaking Russian and calling me 'Miss Barton'."

Amelia's smile vanished. "Shortly after, Frederick fell ill and died, leaving it hard on everyone." She looked down at her feet, refusing to meet the sympathetic gazes of her parents. "When we got back from the hospital, I was outside sitting in a tree to think, and I heard my name being called in Russian. I responded and a man, I believe it was Aaron, made a deal with me. He gave me a sac and said if I put the stuff around my adopter's 'home', he would release you guys. And I agreed.

"The next day, Fury came to adopt me. By the time we got to the jet to get to S.H.I.E.L.D., the sac fell out of the bag, and that was the first time I found out what was inside." Amelia frowned. "And I have no idea what Fury did with it after he took it. By the time I got here, almost everyone was mistaking me for you," she pointed to her mother. "Which I don't blame them because we are a lot alike, sorry, Dad." Clint smirked, amused. Amelia frowned and then added, "But some of them realized I wasn't you because they said I was shorter." Natasha laughed softly.

"I got sick on the twelfth," she carried on, shuffling her feet. "And on my birthday I was still sick, but I fought anyway."

"Did anyone tried to stop you?" Clint asked and Amelia glanced to her father.

"Uh… no. I didn't exactly tell them, I wasn't feeling well because of that reason. So, that battle was absolutely terrible in my opinion, well, not that I think battles are good or anything, but it was not my day, sadly."

Natasha leaned forward worriedly. "What happened?"

Amelia stretched out her arms again. "Uh… what did Bruce say again? Oh, yes. I had a concussion, lacerations, and bruised and two cracked ribs. I got the scar on my palm 'cause I was fighting Aaron and he ripped the bow from my hand. I never realized how dangerous a bow string could be, and I was electrocuted twice. I was out for two days, but then I was better, my fever gone and everything. I don't think I've ever seen Fury so… furious before." Seeing their faces, she added, "Even they were surprised I was still alive. Oh, yeah. And he pushed my off the bridge so I almost fell to my death but was saved by Tony. So I blame Aaron for my fear of heights and falling." Amelia leaned back in her seat calmly, as if she said they talked it all out and she didn't almost die multiple times.

"Then days later we went back to fight the second battle, but I went to the warehouse and realized Victoria did switch sides. We fought and she stabbed me in the leg. At first, I thought nothing of it, she barely did damage. Of course she pushed me off of the runway so I fell again, don't ask why I keep falling, but I was saved once more. Turns out that the dagger she used was poisonous, so the wound wouldn't stop bleeding." She moved her leg out and rolled up her pant leg, revealing the small scar. "So I have that too."

"Are you sure you're okay now?" Natasha inquired, eyes dark with worry.

Amelia nodded. "Oh, yeah I'm fine now. Then, we found your location and went back there for the third battle. I distracted Victoria as the Avengers fought the mutants outside to keep the building from falling, but they did do some damage before they moved out. Once again, I was fighting Victoria up on the landing, but she almost fell from the missing side of the railing, which was from one of Tony's rogue blasts." Amelia stared down again, shoulders tensing, but she felt her mother take her hand and her father place his hand on her knee. "I tried to hold onto her so she wouldn't fall… but she slipped and hit the ground. After that I felt a pain in my neck and everything went black. Apparently, I was tranquilized and fell again." Amelia raised her head, eyes narrowed. "When we were all leaving, did you see Victoria? Alive or… or her body on the ground? I saw her fall, I heard her bones break, she died, I know she did. But Bruce told me earlier she couldn't be found anywhere."

"He's right," Clint replied, "she was gone. There was no blood, no anything to show she was even ever there."