Around midnight, Amelia paced her room, muttering in Russian. She had another nightmare, but this one beat all the others. It was similar at first, but then it was her and Victoria falling, but her friend was killed when she landed. But Amelia kept falling and falling… and when she woke up; her mouth was open in a silent scream. For once, she was glad it was silent. She wasn't ready to be comforted by her parents just yet. Taking a deep breath, she headed out of her room, glad she was wearing her black sweat pants and tank top as pajamas.
Once she reached the gym, she flicked on a light, knowing no one would find out she was there considering there were no windows and it was somewhat sound proof. She headed over toward a punching bag, needing to get her mind off of her nightmare, and she also decided to use that because it would build up upper muscles. Amelia punched out at the bag, listening to the dull thudding sound each time it was hit, the chains rattling above.
"What's bothering you?"
Amelia whipped around, fists raised and she dropped them immediately when she saw who it was, face reddening. "I swear I didn't know it was you!"
Natasha laughed as she leaned against the wall. "It's alright; good reflexes."
"Thanks," Amelia turned back and started to punch it.
"So, what's bothering you?"
She swung out another punch and muttered, "Другим кошмаром. А вы?"
Natasha watched her daughter, impressed by her good aim, her punches moving the bag around slightly. "Вы не единственный, страдает от ночных кошмаров," she replied, seeing her daughter pause and turn around to face her.
"What happened?" Amelia inquired, worry darkening her gaze.
Natasha smiled softly and walked over toward her daughter. "Nothing terrible, if that's what you're wondering. But more so stuff that happened in the past."
Amelia glanced up at her. "You mean like what happened in Budapest? At first, I thought the room I was staying in was haunted because I kept hearing that word, but it was just me."
Natasha sighed and nodded. "Yes, about what happened in Budapest." Amelia saw that her mother didn't want to talk about it, so didn't push.
"Do you have a bad feeling with Aaron being held captive on S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Amelia inquired. "I just feel like something is going to go wrong."
"Everyone does," her mother murmured. Gently, she placed a hand on Amelia's shoulder, but the girl didn't pull away. "Come on, we both need to get some sleep."
The next morning, Amelia woke up feeling ill. Not like she was when she went into her first battle, but her stomach was queasy because she knew something was going to happen; something bad. Quickly, she scrambled out of bed and got dressed, throwing on a long sleeve shirt and jeans, slipping on her black Reeboks before rushing out of her room, skidding to a halt, glancing around. Checking her parents' room and seeing it empty, she hightailed it to the conference room, seeing everyone coming in and sitting around. Quickly, she slid into her chair, glancing toward Fury.
"There is some bad news," he began with a sigh and Amelia straightened. "Aaron has escaped and is now off of S.H.I.E.L.D." Her stomach twisted and she slumped back, sharing a glance with her mother. "But, we already know where he is at."
"Already," Amelia echoed, frowning. "This sounds like he's trying to ambush us."
"He is," Fury agreed. "And I need all of you to get ready to fight and find him tonight. But first thing, I hope none of you mind ballrooms."
Amelia groaned and slouched further in her chair. "О радость…"
Другим кошмаром. А вы? = Another nightmare. And you?
Вы не единственный, страдает от ночных кошмаров. = You are not the only one suffering from nightmares.
О радость… = Oh joy ...