Excitement rises up in my body as I brisk walk in the long hallway, the hallway where the Avengers' rooms are stationed. As soon as I pass Bruce's room, I turn and face the my door, scan my access key card, then I enter my room. Although the sudden vibration of my iPhone buzzes in my back pocket, a text I assume from Abbey, it interrupts my excitement for training. Of course, it is Abbey leaving me a text, since-- oh my god, since freaking 7:57 p.m.!!! Probably it was when Loki started attacking the gala while I had to evacuate the attendees and Natasha, Steve and Tony made him surrender.

I enter my pass code, which is 1-9-2-0, and the reason why is because the poem Fire and Ice by Robert Frost is published that year. Poems with those types of meanings always intrigues me, same goes to the coincidental title, that is, if it is coincidental. Random, but I don't care.

~Abbey and Amelia's Texts (normal text is Amelia's narrating/thoughts)~

Abbey: Hey wassup?? Pls txt back and keep me up w/ some classified deets ;)
I check the time with my Iphone, and oh my gosh, its freaking 9:02 p.m! Its funny that she asks about every detail of this mission, yet I don't ask how her day is going. Well, sometimes.

Anyways, I enter my room, and slide the mirror doors to my closet. First though, I close my door and texted back.
Amelia: Loki is in his cell finally. And btw Im on my way 2 the training arena here u know to punch and fight some stuff-- omg hold up
Read 9:04 p.m.

Abbey: y wat happened?

Until I felt this stingy sensation on my fore arm, I look down and I realize that something important just slipped my mind that easily. I hope none of the Avengers has seen it during the interrogation.
Amelia: Damn I forgot about my cut!

Abbey: Holy shiz what cut and where did u get it?!
It completely slipped my mind about my freaking cut! Loki is right, obviously it will gradually reveal itself, I need Banner to stitch it! Well, considering he's the doctor around here and all. Since Abbey is a pediatrician, like a doctor, duh, I decided to take a picture of the gory, long, and deep cut in my fore arm and then send it to her. Abbey can withstand the disgusting sight, so I guess she won't mind.

Amelia: Abbers I got it fr slashin it on this rock thingy like the side of da cliff... Yeah mission incident thing
I like this internet slang. Oh well, I guess I'll scratch off the training arena time.
Amelia: Also dont worry cause theres a doctor here. So no training arena then

Abbey: Thats the longest cut I probably hav ever seen--Oh come on I'll worry and since u can do those ice things... can u freeze the wound 2 preserve it?
Wow, I am best friends with a better detective than Sherlock Holmes, which is an awesome show by the way. Ha, Benedict Cumberbatch really pulls Sherlock off, heh.
Amelia: NAH I NEVER KNEW HOW TO DO DAT

Abbey: Watevs... u really need 2 stitch that... and theres gonna be lots of dem
She's right, I quickly dash out of my room, hiding the wound frantically then headed to Tony and Bruce's laboratory, but I also brought my laptop just in case. Why? Well, I somehow need something to do after they stitch the wound, help find that damn cube.
Amelia: I kno gtg Im gonna get dis thing stitched up... btw i froze it the whole trip

Abbey: hold on a sec how hasnt the avengers not noticed dat?
Oh shit, if I told her of what Loki did for me, she'll definitely freak all because I let a super villain offer his hospitality. Walking down the hallway hurriedly, I can't believe I can't stop bumping into other agents, ugh this is embarrassing.
Amelia: can I talk to ya l8r? long story but i dont want it to get it infected... srsly gtg ly bestie

Abbey: okay keep me in touch lyt amy... c ya

Turning off my phone, I slip it once again into my back pocket, making my way to the laboratory. This wound is getting stingier and my left hand feels so freaking numb, after all, this is a big ass 'cut'. I swear, I need Bruce.

~Steve's POV~

I walk past the laboratory making my way towards Amelia's room because of that cut I saw during interrogation, or whatever it really is. The cut was noticeable, except I probably was the only one to notice. She needs stitches, and I would gladly do it for her. Although, as I pass the laboratory on where Stark and Dr. Banner are currently testing the stupid scepter, someone or something immediately stops me in my tracks. Because, what the hell did Tony Stark just do?! "Hey! Are you nuts?!" I storm into the lab. It made me pissed, because I am definitely not in the mood to battle against a green raging monster around base.

I think with one of those wires, Stark just gave a electric static to Bruce.

"You really have a got a lid on it, haven't you? What's your secret? Mellow jazz? Bongo drums? Huge bag of weed?" Tony mockingly asks Bruce, getting on my nerves. He pokes Bruce once more, making Bruce jump once more. That's it.

"Nothing?" There hell a is one. "Is everything a joke to you?" I seriously ask Stark, who couldn't stop amusing himself. I swear, it's like everything's a show to him, an act. During that jet ride, my blood boils when he boasts about himself, I am guessing he could be a twin of Jeremy, Amelia's stepdad. As what she has told me.

"Funny things are," Tony remarks, making my blood boil to a point like where the mercury in the thermometer just explodes.

"Threatening the safety of everyone on this ship isn't funny. No offense, Doctor." Stark rolls his eyes, but would he even try to fight the other guy?

Not until the metal doors slide open, but I didn't even turn around. "That is, if that is funny," Bruce remarks, until I turn around, standing before me is Amelia. "Where'd you get that from?" I ask her immediately, pointing out to the large wound from earlier. Okay, that wound is definitely disgusting, and is it--frozen?

Amelia starts scratching her neck, openly revealing the wound, "uh long story, but I think I need stitches." She then turns to me, smiling. I can't help, obviously, but smile back.

"Okay, no offense, cap," Tony starting one of his annoying comments, again, "you should really stop those googly eyes, okay?" You really have to put it out there, do you?

Looking over, I also spot Bruce doing that smirk, then they 'fist bumped' as what they would say. I immediately shot daggers at Tony, while Amelia stood there, embarrassed because of me. She kept looking down, while I kept glaring at Tony, but somehow I couldn't stop turning red at the same time. Great job, Rogers.

"Um Tony," Amelia starts answering back, awkwardly chuckling at the same time, "I still need stitches." I immediately scan the room for an emergency first aid kit, but I just failed. Until Bruce then replies, surprisingly bringing out an emergency first aid kit, "you just need scotch, and do you want to do that alone? 'Cause that's a hell lot of stitches..." Ding ding, light bulb!

"Actually, I have the scotch, well not really a surprise," Tony remarks, walking over to picking out some scotch out of one of the cabinets in the laboratory. Okay, how did he sneak some of it in here? Oh well, I guess he is Tony Stark. "But first, tell me where you got that really long, and uh, why is it frozen?"

"Um, long story again," Amelia replies, as my eyebrow rises, wondering how we didn't notice it earlier. "Besides, I think stitches would really be needed right now." She then lowers her voice, muttering, "and I have to freeze it this whole time." Whoa whoa, what does she mean by 'the whole time'?

Amelia giggles, while I couldn't stop grinning like an idiot, except I am not bearing any teeth. "Hey, I can help with, um, stitches," Okay, honestly, its been like what? Oh I know, its been freaking seven decades since I did it for someone! Oh god, this was both a good and bad idea.

"Uh, since when can you perform medical stitches to patients?" Bruce asks, curious. "Doctor, since I have been at war," I quickly snatched the first aid kit from his hands, "I have done it to some of my comrades before," I announce proudly, which made nod is head in approval.

"But what's it been like, 70 years?" Tony asks, reasoning. Ugh, do I have to answer that? "I think I've got this, don't worry." I beam then turn to Amelia who can't stop smiling.

"Thank you, Steve," Amelia thanking me, making me beam brighter. I open the first aid kit, I look up, "No problem," replying, I found the surgical string, a 3/8 circle needle, scissors, and some cotton balls. There were also band aids, ointment, an ice pack as it says on the label, and some gloves.

Amelia heads over to one of the lab tables, relaxes her fore arm flat, then slides her hand to freeze it once more. I follow to where she sat, but I decided to stand over he lab table. "May I ask, but have you had stitches before?"

"Yeah, I've had them before," she replies as I bring out the surgical string, the needle, scissors, and brought out the cotton balls, you know, for the scotch. The scotch will disinfect the wound, as I learned during the 1940s, remembering the time where I did some stitches for Bucky, well, he taught me how to. "I've had them when I fought on the streets, like gang fights." Removing my brown leather gloves, I pull out the cotton ball and then soak it with the scotch.

"Wow, ever had one as big as this one before?" She shakes her head pursing her lips, I'll take that as a 'no', "Okay, this will sting a little bit." I remind her, before applying the scotch. She nods her head, pursing her lips. As I let the soaked up cotton ball with scotch come in contact to her cut, she inhales sharply, tolerating the stingy sensation. "Okay, next step, stitches."

"Yup," she replies. Okay, here I go. I insert the surgical string into the 3/8 needle's eye, tying it, then using the needle holder, I pick up the needle. I gulped, nervously heading straight with the needle, towards her large, deep, and frozen wound.

~Tony's POV~

Watching over Rogers and Amy making they're way to the table, I face my screen once more, solving all these algorithms from Loki's damn scepter. But obviously, Rogers should stop doing those googly eyes, typical issues before those guys will start a relationship. Although, when Banner fist bumped, I am now happy, "Awww, I ship those two," I sarcastically remark, making Bruce smirk much more mischievously, I'm on your side, buddy.

"Ha, I've notice the first few days," then he squealed in a girly voice, "OTP!" Bruce raises his hands like any fan girl would say. Of course, I agree. Heh. "Heard that, Stark!" I turn to Steve who's still applying scotch to the cotton ball. Dude, I didn't even say that!

"I didn't even say that!" I cry out, but of course, he just ignored me. Bruce starts laughing hysterically, while I just glare at my science bro.

"And honestly, they start in like this, a typical way," I put it out there, obviously they like each other. Amelia giggles, never thought that 90-year-old, dude or whatever, could still make a 21st century girl, laugh. Oh well, its happening.

"What do you mean?" Bruce asks me, but he doesn't face me because he's still examining the scepter.

"Oh you know," I started explaining as I head over to a new station, where all this holographic monitors are placed, "they both have feelings for each other, then one will ultimately say 'I love you' and bam! A couple was born." I swapped and switched all the equations and all, well, of this. "What you say, Captain whatever her hero name is, or Stamelia or Valegers?"

Bruce face has lit up, "That reminds me, what is her hero name?" Don't get out of the topic, Bruce! He looks up, looking away from the scepter for once. "Gee, I think Valegers sounds bad ass," I remark, reminding him we're staying on this topic. "I expect Amelia though to choose a bad ass hero name though."

Bruce starts laughing, facing back at his monitor, "then it turns out to be like Winterspark or Cinderfrost." Those sound good actually. Ha, probably not as good as Iron Man though. "Actually, they sound not bad, ha, better than the Hulk."

"I thought Captain America sounds, I don't even know, cheesy?" I remark, hope Capsicle hasn't heard that. I swear, when that guy's around me all the time because when I'm around when he's frozen, the ice probably broke because Capsicle just doesn't like me. Who doesn't like, me?

"Nah, but I think Hawkeye and Black Widow is way better than Hulk," I just realized that we are turning into a completely different conversation.

"Hulk is cool, Iron Man is cool, Hawkeye is cool, Black Widow is cool, Thor is cool, wait is Thor even his hero name?" Bruce shrugs, so I continue, "But Captain America? I don't even know. I guess its like Rosie the Riveter."

"God bless 'Merica," okay, that was a good one. "But I guess that's the point."

"Right, right," I turn to where Amelia and Rogers is standing, while solving all these algorithms, practically multitasking.

~Amelia's POV~

The needle's sharp point pierces my skin, letting the thread travel into it. I sharply inhale, my hand clenches into a fist as Steve keeps on stitching, then snipping the thread, then stitching once again. He also rests his other hand, his calm hand relaxing me. And so far, no conversation is brewing, just pure boring and awkward silence. I hate this awkwardness.

"How are you feeling?" Steve starts asking, now we are on our ninth stitch. "Well, its been so long since I had some," I reply as he look up, laughing, "well, its been decades since I've done it to someone." Huh, nice one, Rogers.

"By the way, you said you have experience so who taught it to ya?" I ask, well obviously because out of curiosity. We stop for a moment, as I gaze into his blue eyes.

"My friend, his name was James Buchanan Barnes, I call him Bucky for short, I needed some so badly all because of a fight in an alley I got into. I didn't stand a chance, so I got one from a blow in my jawline." Ouch, I remember I had one on my forehead, yeah, a really good blow. Anyways, continue, heh. "Bucky found me and hunted the guy down and won the fight for me. I always looked up to him, but anyways, he dragged me to his place and brought out the scotch, needle, and the sucture string, as he would call it. So that night, I learned how to and it helps a lot during the time, well you know."  I couldn't help but smile at Bucky and Steve's friendship, and same goes to the fact of old memories of him those eight years ago.

"When you were Captain America?" He scoffs, "Yeah, war apparently." Steve then turns back to the stitching while I have to get used to the pinching and stingy sensatation. He's really lucky to have at least someone to stand up for him, like Abbey. Just thinking about my friend back at our place in Arlington, I just miss my best friend. Typical, but everyone gets the feeling, or home sick sometimes. Not that I am now.

"Amelia, out of curiosity, what's a purity ring?" Steve randomly asks, but why would he want to ask a question like that? Does he have to bring that up? "You know, when I first met you, I can kinda tell you were reluctant for me to know what really is." Oh gosh, that's why.

Chuckling a little bit, I guess I have no choice but to let him find out, "well, a purity ring is um," I gulp before finishing the sentence slash explanation. Oh great, more awkwardness, "a purity ring is um, meaning that, well, it means that you won't have s-sex after marriage. Like, abstainence, except for sex."

Steve looks up, giving me a look of great realization and embarrassment. To be honest, I stutter at saying the word because, well I'm uncomfortable at it and some people are probably too!  Somehow I'd refer to it as sexual intercourse because it's sounds more, I don't even know. But overall, I turn away immediately, as I bite my lower lip. "Oh."

A long pause happens, well that was, well, weird. Oh god, how many stitches are there for this wound though? "Steve, how many more do you predict that I need?"

He start counting, then stopping at stitch number thirteen, "I guess three more. Good thing you kept freezing it, because the blood isn't overflowing out of the cut too much." Yeah, I knew that. I giggle, "I knew that because I am a crime laboratory scientist, or was."

"What do you mean? And so you're like a doctor?" He snips off the second to last thread connecting to the second to last stitch, "so you help investigate murder crimes?"

"Yes and kinda, but I don't know if I am coming back to FBI, considering I just became an agent like two days ago," he nods his head, catching up with the explaining. "Or an Avenger."

"I'm planning to join S.H.I.E.L.D though." Really? "And by the way, one more stitch."

"Thank you for this, again," he chuckles, making me smile. "And I would like a sip of that scotch..."

"Ha, no, you won't get drunk," he reasons, but I'm craving for alcohol for some reason, I guess its from the champagne during the gala. That was pretty good champagne, and again, its like tasting the stars.

I playfully pout, while he just grins, "No Amelia, and what got you to want some? Champagne?"

"Wow you remember, and yes, probably." He keeps grinning, finally snipping off the last strand of thread connecting to the last stitch.

Finally taking a synoptic look of my arm, Steve starts asking "those are a lot of stitches, but how come we didn't notice in the first place?" God, if I tell him, he could be furious. I mean Loki touched my arm! "You'll get mad at that, I think," I mutter underneath my breath, looking down. "But thanks again." Facing him one last time, I turn to walk away until he grasp at my wrist. Dude, firm grip there.

"Tell me, did something happen at that cliff side? You did catch or freeze Loki for us while they fought," he asks, furrowing his eyebrows. Oh god, he'll get really mad. "Uh, you were in the fight too!" Tony adds, but we just ignored him. Bruce elbowed him, telling him to shut up.

He finally lets go of my wrist, as I sigh in defeat, "well, I kinda let Loki, um, made the wound invincible for everyone to see. I slashed my arm though on this sharp rock on the cliff side when I landed from teleporting." I then turn to see Tony and Bruce looking at me, probably ashamed of how careless I was. But he didn't even hurt me!

"He touched you?" Steve asks, with some hatred in his eyes for the god of mischief. Well, he did kill eighty people in two days. I slowly nod my head, "Yeah, he reminded me the spell on the wound will gradually fade away, therefore revealing the wound."

"Don't let the god touch you again, Amelia," Bruce adds, Steve facing at me like he's mad at me. "He insisted very rare hospitality, overall." I add to my answer, making Steve sigh and Tony looking away like this was awkward. Damn right its awkward.

"But overall, don't let him touch you again," Steve faces me seriously, like he's gently scolding his own child, "or let him cast a spell on you." I gave him a look, "He didn't put me in a trance or something, don't worry." Geesh, he didn't offer a poison apple.

Tony starts laughing, both letting it go and oh my god, "See? Cute." I then turn to him, giving him a look that tells him to shut up. Steve couldn't stop glaring at him. His laughter simmers to chuckling, but he ultimately raises his hands in defeat, "Okay!"

"Thank god," I remark, while Steve finally display his 'relief smile'.

The metal doors slide open out of the blue, making us face the mysterious figure that just entered the lab. There before all of us, stood Agent Phil Coulson, holding a, box? "Hey, Phil!" I greet him, as he walk towards us, plastering a warm smile on his face. Wonder what's in the box?

"Hello everyone, Captain," he greets Steve excitedly obviously, his smile growing larger, "and I have a package specifically for you, Amelia." He raises the black box, okay why does everything have to be black? Could it be at least a navy blue or something? Phil gestures me to follow him back to the table where Steve did my stitches for me. I bet the package's from Abbey.

The first aid supplies are still scattered in one of the corners of the table, so Steve follows, willing to clean them up. I help him as Tony and Bruce leave their stations and gather around the table. Phil places the black package, handing me a blade, you know, to cut the packaging tape and stuff. I raise my eyebrow, accepting the blade. Giving one last look, I jokingly ask, "Okay, I bet this is from Abbey 'cause packaging tape? Really?"

Steve, finally putting away the first aid kit, chuckles a little bit as Phil just gives me a look. "Oh just open it, and by the way, its not from Abbey."

Oh. "Aw, is it from a secret admirer?" Tony humorously asks, nudging Steve, who is standing next to him, and obviously, Steve couldn't help but shoot daggers with his eyes. "Shut up, Stark."

"Anyways, just slash the tape." Phil insists, really wanting me to see whats inside it.

"Okay," picking up and positioning the blade, I score the packaging tape, then open the flaps wide. Inside the black cardboard box, reveals a pair of long, open-fingered gloves. Obviously, black leather gloves.

"Those gloves will help with your powers, not letting your hands worn out from, you know, shooting fire balls and ice beams." I pick up the gloves as Phil explains, having a hint of happiness like a child during Christmas morning inside of me. I smile slightly, bringing out the gloves from the box. "It could also give some effects, like the ring. Besides the fact it could let you teleport." I examine the gloves, scanning them in awe. Effects like the ring. Phil's words repeat in my head, he adds, "it could also give you the opportunity to probably control the weather."

I look up at Phil, my eyebrows raise and eyes widen, "Control the weather? How?"

"It'll just heighten some of the potential like the ring, but Fury knows that without either the gloves or ring, you are still powerful, one of your mother's exact words." A smile forms in my face, as an image of my loving mother in my mind. "Phil, how on earth could S.H.I.E.L.D scientists develop something like, this? My mom needed magic for even this, ring."

He chuckles, crossing his arms, "You can find it out yourself, but here's a hint: there's no magic, Agent Vale." Theories and possibilities starts appearing and roaming my head, but since this is S.H.I.E.L.D, I guess they don't just do the possibilities. They do the impossible.

"I disagree Phil," Bruce interrupts, "I mean her powers are based from magic, sorcery, and same goes to the ring. Am I wrong? She implies that her ring is made out of spells and magic, so I doubt any science is involved of creating the gloves." As Bruce keeps explaining or reasoning, I scan the gloves once more and spot my initials, A and V, literally engraved, not sewed, on the glove. The initials are engraved on the left hand, ring finger. "So I theorize that these gloves have magic or sorcery involved."

"Bruce, don't theorize, we just have a girl in our team that can freeze or incinerate every thing in sight, so its obviously made out of magic or sorcery." Tony reasons, while I kept scanning the gloves.

"Guys, stop debating because I think the answer is already obvious. The gloves are hers so she can figure out the real answers herself," Steve stops the debating between the science bros, while I look up and give him a smile. "The Captain's right," Phil agrees, still crossing his arms. "Amelia, why not test them?"

Grinning playfully, I happily comply, "My pleasure."

Temporarily removing the ring out of my fingers, I slip the gloves into my hands, then lastly slipping the ring. Let's start with inni mini miny moe, catch the tiger by your toe, if you'll never let it go, inni mini miny moe. Alrighty, fire then. Somehow I always start with fire. Setting my fingers widely apart from each other, flames spark up from my hands, except I feel much more, powerful. The flames burn much more brightly, massively, and definitely potently. I feel the air around me is getting warmer like the desert by the minute. "Oh my god."

"What's it like now?" Phil asks, curious and wanting to be more depth with my 'review'.

"The powers of the ring and the gloves combined feels, really good. And powerful."

Steve, Tony, and Bruce watch in awe, then Phil requests another question, "how about try it with ice?" Extinguishing the flames, an idea popped in my head. I'll make the room snow. Creating this snow cloud in the middle of my hands, I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment, then toss the snow cloud into the middle of the room and above me. Releasing the cloud, the cloud explodes, causing snow to fall out of nowhere. Just let it go. "Wow, amazing," Bruce comments, scanning the room that is apparently snowing. The others watch in awe, but Steve's beaming the brightest to me.

With a swipe of my hand, the cloud disappears, leaving some wet, melted snow puddles in the room. "Amelia, that's incredible," Steve compliments, as I reply with a smile, "thanks." I couldn't stop turning red, but Tony finally ruins it. "But, but, you clean all of this up," Tony remarks, pointing towards the puddles around the laboratory.

Giggling, I reply, "okay." With that, I almost forgot I can control heat, so with a flick of my hand, I evaporate all of the puddles, leaving Tony's mouth wide open. "Or that."

Letting out a laugh once more, I looked at Steve, Bruce, and Phil, who just smiles as I smile back. Removing the gloves and placing it back inside the box, I thank Phil, "Phil, thank you for this."

"Thank Fury really, he ordered the scientists to so, I guess thank them too," I giggle, but he then adds, "But your welcome though."

"Lucky girl, enjoy them. All that power in your hands," Bruce comments, smiling.

"Oh I will."

Tony smiles as I smile back, as he and Bruce went back to their science stations, continuing to look for the cube. But the happy moment just has to be ruined. All because of my phone ringing, I pick up the phone from my back pocket, but my eyes widen at the name. "Amelia, is there something wrong?" Steve starts asking, as my heart beats faster. My hand starts trembling as the phone kept on ringing, because it reveals a name that worries me the most, yet I didn't expect it.

Walking immediately away, the name I didn't expect is Agent Clark Gregg, the man that called me to inform me about the jet crash. About my mother's and stepdad's disappearance, or their possible death.

"Amelia?" Steve cries out my name, as my hand keeps shaking uncontrollably.

I face him, "I have to take this."

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HOWDY WHAT'D YOU THINK?

YEAH, AGENT GREGG OF THE CIA HAD TO CALL, HAD TO RUIN THE MOMENT. AMELIA WAS HAVING A GOOD TIME, BUT THE CALL HAD TO RUIN IT.

THERE IS A PICTURE OF THE GLOVES AND THE RING, AND BY THE WAY, I HAPPEN TO OWN THEREFORE THE RING IS MINE, LOL.

STITCHES BY SHAWN MENDES IS PLAYING ON REPEAT WHILE I AM WRITING THIS CHAPTER, HEH, SO WITHOUT YOUR KISSES, I'LL BE NEEDING STITCHES. ITS A REALLY GOOD SONG, I LOVE SHAWN.

I HOPE I DIDN'T DISAPPOINT YA GUYS, I REALLY HOPE YOU FIND THIS CHAPTER INTERESTING, CONSIDERING THE MOOD IS ESCALATING VERY QUICKLY, PUN INTENDED.

ALSO, AGENT CLARK GREGG IS NAMED AFTER PHIL COULSON'S PORTAYAL, BECAUSE I TEND TO NAME THE CHARACTERS HERE BY EITHER CELEBRITIES OR FRIENDS, HA.  JUST SO YOU KNOW.

IF YOU DIDN'T NOTICE, THERE'S KINDA OF A HYDRA REFERENCE HERE, JUST WATCH MARVEL'S AGENTS OF S.H.I.E.L.D. THE SHOW IS AWESOME.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING IT HERE, REALLY! THE READS ARE INCREASING EVERYDAY, VARYING ON HOW MUCH BUT I DON'T CARE. I HONESTLY LOVE READING AND MAKING FAN FICTION OUT OF FUN, LOL CONSIDERING THE FACT THAT THIS IS MY FIRST.

EMBARK ON MORE OF AMELIA VALE'S 'ADVENTURES' I HOPE YOU LIKE IT SO FAR AND ENJOY THE NEXT ONE COMING UP! I AM SOOO GRATEFUL THAT THIS ONE IS MORE THAN 200 READS!!!!!!

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~ACOUSTIC QUIVER