Amora took a long stretch before she moved out of the isle and shuffled to the front of the plane. It was her first time actually riding an airplane and she wished to never do it again. Thanks to having Omniscience as one of her abilities, she completed all four of her crossword puzzles before they even reached their halfway point. She figured that 6 hours and 55 minutes would be nothing but she was wrong as she couldn't possibly sit still just knowing she could've gone a faster route. Amora practically wanted to run to the front of the plane the second she felt the wheels touch the ground.

The one thing that worked in her favor was that she didn't have to go to baggage claim because her one bag was the only thing she had on her. As much as she hated doing this, she left her car at one of the safehouses along with her phone, knowing that Stark had to have some sort of tracking device on it. Amora wanted to know if anyone needed her but hearing that she was in the United Kingdom, Sam and Steve would come running to figure out why, especially since she's only an hour away from where the funeral was being taken place. After transferring her money, Amora hailed a cab before climbing in and placing her backpack on her lap.

"Where to, miss?" the man asked.

"High Wycombe" Amora told him.

"Any specific place there?" he tried again.

"Just the closest building there" Amora glanced out of her window, "I will find my way around"

He nodded, "If you say so, are you just visiting from somewhere?

Amora turned and smiled to him, "Yes, I am. It's my first time in the United Kingdom"

He seemed pleased with this as he said, "Well, I'm happy to welcome you with open arms to my country, what brings you to High Wycombe, if I may ask"

"Trying to see if I can find something" Amora answered as discreetly as possible, "It came as highly recommended"

"You will have plenty to do there" He told her, "Tons of tourist attractions and all that sort, is there anything in particular that you might find interesting?"

Amora shrugged, "Wherever there's an adventure, I am up for it"

That was their conversation for the half hour that Amora was in the cab, David giving her pointers of where to go and what to see while Amora listened to his accent, taking notes of his dialect in case she may need it. She kept peering out the window, hoping to see a flash of silver somewhere but nothing seemed to happen. As far as Pietro was concerned, she was still in the Avengers facility.

Amora turned and walked down the street as she took out one of the photos and studied the picture, "Alright, I know you're here but the question is where?"

She glanced around as she became mindful of the residents of the United Kingdom and their tourists. She really wished that she had brought Nat or Steve along to give her pointers on what to do, hell, she even missed her phone which was something that she actually hated to admit that she's gotten attached to. Amora didn't really know what she was even looking for besides the fastest man on the planet, no one would ever find him if he's not running.

Amora glanced up as she realized something, she turned to a woman noticeably walking down the street with barely anything but her purse, "Excuse me?"

"Yes?" she seemed wary but also had a thick British accent.

"Are you a local?" Amora asked.

"I am" She shifted.

Amora nodded as she took out her backpack and rummaged through her stuff before she took out a picture of Pietro and showed it to her, "Have you seen this man around?"

The woman studied it for about five seconds before she shook her head, "No, sorry"

Amora nodded as she continued down the street, looking for people who were locals. Nearly each person who she asked seemed to not know who Pietro was, which was understandable, as much as he was flirtatious, he only stayed close to his sister back in the day. Amora found it exhausting to keep hearing the same answer all the time and was close to giving up and finding a new route when a woman had given her a different answer.

"I've seen him around before" she stated nonchalantly.

Amora's heart hammered in her chest, "Can you tell me where?"

She turned to her right and pointed down the street, "I see him all the time at Silvers Amusements, it's by the Eden Shopping Centre, can't miss it if you know what you're looking for"

Amora couldn't help but smile to the stranger as she said, "Thank you"

The Asgardian quickly took off in the direction, her heart hammering and her knees going weak, feeling like she was going fast but slow at the same time. Amora wondered if she was going to pass out before even reaching this destination. She understood what that woman meant when she said if you know what to look for. Amora would've passed by the store if she hadn't had read the name. Her breath got hitched in her throat as she wondered what her second encounter with Pietro would be like.

When Amora swung the door open, she expected to see him standing there right after the door, as if waiting for her with open arms, but instead, she got nothing. When she looked around, she realized that she was in a casino with barely anyone in there. Her heart sank back down to the seventh hell that it's been in as she noticed that no one resembled Pietro.

Amora heard the door open behind her as her shoulders sag, turning around to leave.

"Amora?!" a voice made her feet stop.

She glanced up into the bewildered blue eyes of a bleached silver-haired man, "Pietro!"

Amora threw herself onto the man and hugged him tightly, taking in his scent as it took Pietro a while to even hug her back before saying, "What are you doing here? How did you find me?"

"I figured it out" Amora broke the hug, expecting to see him just as happy as she was, "What's wrong?"

"You shouldn't be here" Pietro told her.

"I had to see you" Amora told him, "In the original timeline, Stark put me and Wanda under lockdown and I wouldn't have been able to see you so I turned back time"

"You should've waited until I came to you" Pietro said as he looked over her shoulder, "You being under lockdown would've been safer than here"

"Why?" Amora asked, "Pietro, what's going on?"

Pietro eyed her bag, "Is that all that you brought? Did you get a hotel or… you didn't tell anyone, did you?"

"Of course not and no, I didn't get a hotel" Amora shifted, "What the hell is going on?"

"Good, I know a place where you can stay" Pietro mumbled more to himself than to her.

Amora said in a stern voice, "Not until you tell me what's going on"

Pietro finally looked to her and placed his hands on her arms in a firm grip, "You're being hunted, Amora, someone wants you"

"You told me that but who is trying to hunt me down" Amora whispered, "You must know a name or something"

Pietro hesitated before he said, "The person who wants your blood is also the person who brought me back to life"