Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump... (A/N: imagine heart beating)

Who's heart beat is this? Why is it so, calm and relaxing to listen to?

Thump thump, thump thump...

Am I dreaming? Wait, why am I talking to myself in my sleep... Why is it so dark in here?

My eyes quickly flutter open, realizing its, well, morning. Or early morning, I'm not sure. Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump, thump thump... Okay, seriously-- who's heart beat? Is that a star? What the heck are red and white stripes doing-- whoa, STEVE?!

In front of me, lays face to face is an adorable sleeping Steve, snoring softly, and well, peacefully asleep. My head is resting on his chest, rising up and down, but I realized we slightly shifted our position. Wait, why am I-- oh. I frown, realizing he's here because of my, ugh, I hate it. I couldn't just, shrug it off. But he's here, his peaceful face and steady heartbeat is really, relaxing, though.

His arm is around my waist, while I listen to his steady heart beat for a few more minutes, pondering on what did I just do last night. Wow, huh, didn't expect that to go, like that. Carefully releasing from his arms, kinda wishing for it to last a little longer, I feel the need to somehow go somewhere. Plus I am a drenched wreck, so I practically need a shower.

Quietly and carefully lifting myself out of the bed, I took another glance at Steve in his slumber. I couldn't help but smile all because he's so peaceful, and cute at the same time. Ugh, my hairs messy and my face is wrecked, okay I really need a shower. During the whole night, I realized we kept our shoes on the whole night, and oh look, my door isn't locked. Also, it turns out my phone is also on the bed, I pick it up and check the time. 3:46 a.m, May 9, 2012, and its a Sunday. Okay. Why do I wake up all the time early?! Ever since the first call from Abbey since I arrived, I've been waking either at 3:00 a.m. or 2:00 a.m.

Grunting silently, you know, just letting it all out from everything, I approach my unlocked door and peer outside. Beside of my outside door frame, I spot a black cardboard box. What is a box doing-- oh wait, the, um, gloves! But who could've left it there or here? The hallway is silent, and surprisingly dark. I assume most of the agents are asleep, but I bet ten bucks that the science bros haven't slept a blink yet on finding that damn cube.

Picking up the box, I shut and lock the door. Placing the box on my desk where my laptop rests, not really bothering to open or at least take a peek on the gloves. I also then insert the charger cable onto my iPhone, and of course, there was a miss call from Abbey. Don't wanna return the call back for a moment. Making my way towards my closet, I quietly slide the mirror doors and picked out the, actually my outfit of the day. OOTD! (queue squeal-ish girly voice). Settling out the simplest of things, I chose a long-sleeved, black shirt, my 'undergarments', a pair of black jeans, and new socks for the combat boots.

Sliding the pair of mirror doors closed, I then tip toed to the bathroom, obviously locking the door silently to not wake the peaceful and adorable sleeping Steve up. Setting my change of clothes on the side of bathroom sink, I release the hair-do that Natasha has done for me, then grabbed a sheet of makeup remover wipes and wiped off the makeup, and wow, a lot of it was that smudged... And then I undress myself. Brushing my hair with obviously my brush, I then approach the shower doors and enter, turning the shower dial to the warm temperature I desire.

Oh mom. Thoughts about her starts roaming my head as I let the warm water soak onto my body and hair. My forehead leans against the shower door, tears suddenly pour from my eyes like a sudden rainfall. Why does that stupid jet have to crash?! Jeremy should've hired a better pilot! I should've stopped her from coming to that Florence vacation, but stupid Jeremy just has to insist. Ugh, I can't...

Wait, Amelia Elnora Vale! Snap out of it! Stop bawling your eyes out in the shower! Remember, the person on the other side of the bathroom door will always be there for you. "I can't to promise to fix all of these things, but I promise you that you won't face them alone." Those words conquered all the troubling thoughts in my head, fueling me with determination. Never thought my conscience would be, correct. Steve Rogers, thanks a lot.

I let the water clear out all the tears from my face, and lastly, taking a deep breath, I shut my eyes for a second and repeated Steve's words. I can't promise to fix all of these things, but I promise you that you won't face them alone.

Opening my eyes, I reach out for my shampoo and started massaging my scalp. I can't promise to fix all of these things, but I promise you that you won't face them alone. Rinsing off the shampoo, I pump some conditioner in my hands and apply it onto the ends of my hair, avoiding its roots. I can't promise to fix all of these things, but I promise you that you won't face them alone.

As I let the water wash away the hair product, I grab my 'bath scrubber' and then applying my body wash on top. I scrub my whole body with it, and then after that, I get it rinsed under the shower head's continuous pouring water. I can't promise to fix all of these things, but I promise you that you won't face them alone. Finally with the face wash, I cleanse my, obviously my face. Overall in the end I rinse my whole body. "I'm so tired of being here..." (A/N: she's gonna sing like she's in a music video in front of a mirror... admit it, everyone does it... I think...)

I exit the shower, grabbing the towel and drying my whole body, "suppressed by all of my childish fears..." Approaching the sink and facing the mirror, I wear my undergarments and my socks. I then start applying deodorant on you know where, "and if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave..." I apply face moisturizer, then body lotion, "'cause your presence still lingers here, and it won't leave me alone!"

Slipping on my jeans, "These wounds won't seem to heal..." I then slide down the long-sleeved shirt, "this pain is just too real..." Bringing out my makeup bag, I start with applying concealer, "there's just too much that time cannot erase!"

"When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears..."

I surprisingly found Steve (the mental reminder slipping that he slept here last night), wide awake, removing the top half of his spangly uniform. Revealing a blue, tight, again, long-sleeved shirt. Continuing the process of drying my hair, I clear my throat, "hey, morning, Cap. How'd you sleep?" Hope I sounded pretty chill...

He stayed, he's keeping his promise.

Steve quickly turns around, behold a heavenly sight 'cause that shirt though. I keep drying my hair with my towel, "Good morning, and its actually good sleep since," He smiles his perfect row of teeth, I grin back. Wait, what does he mean by the sleeping part? Well he has slept for 70 years... "And I didn't know you could sing." Ha ha, whoops. He neatly folds the top half of his uniform, setting it on the nightstand, while I beam at his compliment.

"Well, I did enjoy the performing arts," it is true, I loved musicals, plays, and choir. He chuckles, standing up from the bed while I head to my laptop, checking any messages. "So, lemme guess, you can also play an instrument?"

Ha ha, yup. "Guitar, piano, and the ukulele." Glancing at my laptop, it made me thought of my piano, my guitar, and my ukulele back at my place. As back in Arlington, I have a room just for my musical instruments, no joke. I realized my 'contacts' haven't messaged me. "How about you?"

He sighs, as I sat on the chair of my desk, he leans over, watching me. "Nah." I looking up, he smirks mischievously, making me reflect his action. "How about besides kicking ass in the 40s, what do you do in your spare time?"

Steve cocks an brow, but ultimately grins, "I do enjoy to draw." I grin back, "huh, didn't expect you to draw... What kind? Like abstract, surrealism...." His eyes darted upwards, thinking about what he really draws. He probably can, draw anything.

"I guess, anything." I chuckle, as he adds, "I studied to writing comic books, I really enjoyed that." I smile, thinking about during the 1940s, he's like your symbol for patriotism and the war, so they should've made from comic books to trading cards about him. How'd I know? Project 45.

"Quite ironic because didn't they make comic books about Captain America?" Steve raise his eyebrows, surprised that I know, but he thankfully didn't even bother to ask how or why. "Actually, yes, they did."

"I bet all of Tony's money that Coulson would've died for having a copy of a Captain America comic book," I state, making him adorably guffaw. "Yeah, he probably did. I mean not literally, died, you know?" Ugh, awkward boys always get the girls, me being one of them.

I giggle as he then turn to the black cardboard box with the gloves, making me realize he's the one that delivered it back to me. "Thanks, I mean thank you for bringing it back."

Leaning against the wall, he replies, "don't mention it. They will come in handy." I giggle, still facing the laptop's screen, "probably when I suit up, that is, if I'll have one." Steve crosses his arms, shaking his head, "you'll have one, I guarantee it."

Sighing, I am so grateful to God that I've met and fallen for him. Somehow, I don't really feel miserable not knowing on what he thinks of me. Although, I just felt miserable of what just happened, the Cervetti Feathers' plummeting from the sky onto the coast of Papua, New Guinea. The grave silence got him worried, "Amelia, how are you, you know, doing since? I know its just one night, but," shutting my laptop, I turn to him. "I don't really know, you know, I still can't face the fact," I just simply reply, sort of cutting him off.

Steve nods, concern filled his eyes. I stood up and left the desk, slipping on my combat boots. As well as carrying my laptop in my arm.

...

Okay, time for a confession. The pass few days, I've been communicating with an organization called the Rising Tide, one of the organizations that is currently under S.H.I.E.L.D's radar. They are under the radar due to the fact that they reveal classified information to the public for the 'right cause', obviously with just a simple laptop, and they have threatened S.H.I.E.L.D more than once. There are more numerous reasons, but that's the real major one. Yup, trouble, but the CIA has gotten me very desperate. They almost didn't contact me for a week, so I reached for my 'other friends' for resources.

I was a member, but realized about the consequences for myself, my mother, and probably the organization itself. So, I ultimately quit but sometimes turn to them if I need some assistance. On what? Ha, none of anyone's business really.

Yes, a few of the members I have met. I felt the closest to a girl, her code name being Skye, or the name that everyone that knew her refers to. She's like another Abbey, except she's clueless about her past, origin, but she's the girl that I could trust, over this very laptop in my arm. And the coffee shops on where we'd meet up numerous times. I trusted her with my secret, you know, my cyrokinetic and pyrokinetic powers.

I joined the organization when I was 16 years old, meeting Skye through an alley way while being chased by a gang. Yes, I got cornered but Skye immediately dragged me into her van, protecting me. The gang kept threatening us when we were inside the van, but I soon came out and kicked their sorry asses, my abilities weren't involved. Skye was astonished of my actions, but hey, that's how we met.

She was about my age when I met her, she soon introduced me to the Rising Tide after I helped her with some of her hacking business. Soon, I met Miles Lydon, her main partner in crime and boyfriend, actually, they started dating after I quit, Skye kept me in touch. Soon, both of them introduced me to Micro, a really important member and everyone's resource for various topics.

Neither Skye and Miles have ever mentioned of meeting this Micro in person, but in the Rising Tide, he can be trusted. Rising Tide is an organization of hacktivists worldwide, like myself, causing trouble for the right cause, as I used to believe in. I thought Miles is always the skillful one out of all of us in my opinion, so ever since we met when I was young, both of them would educate me inside a coffee shop. Or Miles would tutor Skye and I. Our bond as friends is always unforgettable, but I have to leave because of numerous reasons, S.H.I.E.L.D for being one of them. Yup, Project 45, mainly.

Anyways, I've reached them for help, and Skye mainly the friend that'll be there for me, she gladly volunteered and she became my source of the CIA investigation over the crash since. We just communicated in an custom account we made over to another database, a database shared between the other Rising Tide members as well. Our codes were encrypted, she would send me the files in portions and out in order, but labeled with the codes so I could assemble the pieces together by myself. The files of the recent reports of the investigation where put in an encrypted account, but in another database that I've constructed myself. The only person that has known about the database will be and is always me.

I started doing the contacting as soon as possible, immediately after that 'try out' for Avengers Initiative, which I have to admit, I was reluctant to accept, but my mind just turns to another direction way too quickly. Anyways, thank God that Skye kept feeding me information, everything I've needed nor wanted.

...

Now, back to reality. Approaching my nightstand where my iPhone is currently charging, I checked the time. 4:27, still early for me. Steve kept leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, but he kept looking up to the ceiling. I guess he's just tired. Then out of the blue, there was a knock.

"Amelia?" The voice sounded familiar, but I detected it as Tony's. Gently setting my laptop on my unmade bed, Steve uncrossed his arms and started approaching the door, "lemme take it." Nodding, I grabbed the charging iPhone from my charger then inserted it into my butt pocket. I then walk over to my desk chair where the towel I use for drying my hair is, so I took it and start drying again, revealing my natural waves. Shutting the bathroom door I keep drying, keeping in my mind to not forget to bring a hair tie around my wrist.

Tony peers into the room, definitely not expecting Steve to answer. He then looks over to the unmade bed, where Steve's top half of his suit is neatly folded, and my laptop is laying. Lastly, he then turns to me, eyeing me because I've been drying my hair with a towel. Tony smirks excitedly and naughtily, immediately making me read his mind. Oh god, don't tell me he thinks-- "Captain Ice Age, what on America's name did you guys do last night?" My face starts heating up, as I dry my hair faster and faster. Tony finally enters the room, dirty assumptions are plastered all over his face. "Seriously, did you two--"

"NO!" Steve and I answer in a flash, making Tony burst in laughter. "No way," I start walking beside to where Steve is standing, as he rubbed his eyes. "Stark, you dirty son of a gun," Steve remarks, a light shade of pink flush his cheeks. Wait, what?

Tony couldn't stop laughing, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes, "oh, thank God, I mean never thought you'd get laid that easily, especially him, no offense Capsicle," He still kept laughing, loosing his breath. Steve and I shared a look, then turn to him, both of us shooting daggers towards Tony.
"You are a virgin are you? Amelia? How about Rocks of Ages?"

"Stark, we didn't. No, just no." Steve protests, defending me, making Tony smirk even wider. "Uh-huh, I'll just check the cameras later then," I faintly face palm, keeping my head down so they won't notice that I just turned into a tomato. Wait, cameras?! "But anyways, Amelia, we need your assistance. Actually, I may need some assistance."

Thank God, another topic, "with what?" He grinned brightly, rebellion sparks in his eyes, oh great, what's he doing now. "Oh and by the way Capsicle, they need you, I mean Fury needs you. Amelia, lab?"

I sigh, shrugging. "What made you think of, well, that?" Steve asks Tony, who just smirked again as I drop the towel and headed to the bathroom to brush and tie it into a ponytail. "Um, her hair is wet, the unmade bed, the fact that you're wearing that really tight, blue long-sleeved shirt 'cause the top half of your costume is on the bed--"

"Okay, sheesh, you could just say the room looks messy," I cut Tony off, who just shrugged as I exit the bathroom and shut its light and door. "But anyways, how's everyone else? Its like 5:00 or something..."

"Oh, Nat is surprisingly still asleep while my other science bro is, well, working. Point break's still trying to crack a word from his brother, about, you know." I assume that point break is Thor, but I reply with a nod, picking up my laptop. Steve then picks up the top half of his suit from the bed. "Amelia, if you need anything, just holler? If I hear you need anything all around the helicarrier, I'll be there," Steve reminded me, making me turn red like a tomato. Heh heh, okay.

He also adds a complimentary smile, making me glow, "okay, thank you, again, by the way." I wonder how many times I've said 'thank you'...

"No problem." He leaves the room with his uniform on his hand, leaving me and a smirking Tony in the room. Great. Tony started giggling, "seriously, what happened?" As I start walking towards him, ready to make our way to the lab, I reply, "I'll explain everything," actually, I don't really want to. Talking about mom. We exit the room, as I lock it, "now."

As we started making our steps, I begin explaining, "Anthony, remember when I had that phone call?" I look over to him, who turns to face me as we kept walking, "first, don't call me Anthony, and second, yes. I remember the phone call. Is it your ex? Your crazy best friend? Therapist?"

Laughing as he jokes the suggestions, I clear the air, "first, okay, second, Abbey can be sometimes and third, thankfully, none of them." This long pause occur, making me ponder again why I'm telling him this. Oh wait, its the 'we're friends and hey, I'm here for you' cliche. I think. Sighing, I just state it out there, "a CIA agent came to report that they found my mother and stepfather's jet that went out of satellite radar. So..."

"Lemme guess, the stepfather was a douche." Huh, didn't expect that. "That's actually the most accurate answer about him. Amy, I've read the file and believe me, when I met Jeremy Cervetti in person, he's probably a bigger ass than I'll ever be. Or worse than when I met Justin Hammer." I giggle to his comment, and its probably true.

My laughter eventually died, silence passes us. "But mainly, she's..." I don't want to finish my sentence as he's already got it. I look straight at him in the eye and his sorry and apologetic smile is all over his face. Same goes to pity, "I'm sorry, Amy."

My eyes began to getting watery, but I just literally evaporated them with my pyrokinetic powers. The person that just apologized wasn't Tony Stark, just Tony who became my trustworthy friend. "Its not your fault, nor Steve's or even Nick's. No sorry's."

He just nodded slowly, then opened his mouth, "so Capsicle came to your room to, cuddle?"

I sigh, "I guess, I mean he's there because you know I was practically bawling my eyes out and can't face the fact." Sarcasm was spilling out but I don't mind as he's used to it. I mean he just made a joke, cheering me up. "Oh. Close enough. But, I lost my parents when I was 17 years old, so I'll be there with ya every step of the way. We can share almost the same things. Actually, probably all of us can share the same things, like Capsicle's parents are long gone, Natasha's parents are the same thing, I bet the same thing for Brucie's. I don't know about Thor's, but I guess he has to suffer royalty. Technically, almost all of us share the same past. But the future? That's up to ourselves to determine, as that is the thing that'll make us different from one another." Whoa, deep.

Smiling to his consideration, he smirks back. "Thanks Wonton, nice speech too." Yup, that's his nickname. He displayed a perplexed look, but I can tell he was impressed. "Wonton? I like it, so practically I'm this delicious dumpling, heh with all the personality and the looks. What should be yours though..."

"Uh, I think Amy is enough. I kinda hate it." But he chuckles, ready to protest. "Uh, no. I'm keeping Amy." Ugh, oh well. We approach the pair of metal doors, silence took over.

The lab doors sprung open as we enter, I greet Bruce, "morning, Bruce. So you guys were staying up all night just for--?" Bruce was just examining Loki's spear and solved algorithms on the touchable monitor. His focus kept brewing, learning information every second.

"Good morning and yes, while Tony kept munching blueberries, leaving the bags everywhere," Bruce throws another blueberry bag while he glared at Tony. Tony just shrugs, while I giggle. "How about your night? Nice sleeping?" Bruce asks, slightly curious. I didn't say anything, but occupy myself by setting up my laptop. Approaching a laboratory table, I sat down. "Its good, but Tony, what am I even doing here if I have no idea what to do in the first place?" Tony had rebellion sparking up in his eyes, oh gosh.

"Extract information. Assist my decryption programmer and J.A.R.V.I.S could probably use some help into extracting every of the projects S.H.I.E.L.D's been building right underneath our noses." I look up from my laptop, surprised and slightly afraid of breaking the rules. "Hold up, what?"

He laughs, Bruce ignoring us as he kept examining the scepter. Tony kept explaining, "Sparky, make sure a virus won't spread into S.H.I.E.L.D's database as the decryption programmer won't be detected. Eliminate trails and clues as this database is very sensitive." Wait, what? Sensitive? Holy shit, this will get me into trouble because I forgot to eliminate my own trails while I contact Skye... Oh my god.

I stare off into space, overthinking the consequences. Ugh, why do I have to be so blind? My desperation over those classified information made me forget the simplest of things. Tony kept snapping his fingers, removing me out of my thoughts, "Sparky? Frosty? Uh yeah, could you do it?" Seriously? Those nicknames? "Wonton, I- I don't know. So your curiosity just made you want to know every dirty secret S.H.I.E.L.D has to hide?"

"Give J.A.R.V.I.S some credit." I shake my head, no way, "I think I'll get into more trouble than you would. I already made a mistake from doing this a few days ago," I confess immediately, leaving Tony wide eyed. "Look, the CIA has gotten me very desperate, I needed resources. I can't do it again. It'll be twice the trouble that you'll have."

Then I heard Bruce murmur in his breath, "hackers in their natural habitat..." Tony and I gave him a look, but he turned away awkwardly, continuing on his work. "But Amelia, what if I take all the blame? Or we could just do it--"

I cut him there, "I think they already have found out about me, but you? Not yet. Why couldn't J.A.R.V.I.S do those instead?"

"He hates multitasking, for an artificial intelligence program." Bruce rolls his eyes, as I sigh gravely. I gave him a long look, ultimately sighing, "sorry, can't do it, Tony." Tony frowns, but I can tell his mind races with other suggestions for me to do it. I add, "you can't bribe me either."

That drained his spirits, dropping his shoulders, "ugh, I didn't know you can read minds, Sparky. I think that should be your new nickname, eh Sparky?" I glare at him, as a smirk is plastered on his face. He grabs another bag of blueberries from a cabinet, I bet all of S.H.I.E.L.D's weapons that that's his hundredth bag since he arrived here. Wonder what's up with him and blueberries. "Sorry Tony, I can't do it, for the second time."

Tony sighs, "its alright Sparky, don't need to apologize." I manage a small smile, then I shut my laptop as well, leaving the laboratory. Obviously I brought it with me and headed back to my room.

As I arrived at my room, I set my laptop on the desk, trying to contact Skye again. Logging in into the Rising Tide database, it turns out, she isn't available for the moment. Oh Skye, feed me information as soon as possible. I sigh in defeat, shutting my laptop off, again. Leaving my room, I decided to head to the helicarrier's kitchen, and yes, they have a kitchen, to have a cup of coffee. These past few days, I rarely eat, but oh well. Plus, I'm not in the mood to train in the arena for this morning, considering of yeah.

Nick did inform me that as soon as we kicked Loki's ass back to Asgard, or the fact that this mission is over, training for me will be very crucial. Even though with my past involvement with S.H.I.E.L.D, cough cough Project cough 45, and the fact that I have Level 8 clearance, I need a SO. Or a supervising officer, which I thought that I may not be capable of needing one, just saying. I also need to read S.H.I.E.L.D handbooks, they actually have handbooks, like the terms and agreement before updating my iPhone. He still recommended it, so I am now thinking about who it'll be. Nick says, "choose wisely, because the training will only last for a year. You may be an Avenger, but you are still like a sponge, grasping for more water." Also, cliche for this metaphoric quote, I think.

Yeah, thankfully its going to be only for a year, not a decade or something crazy like that. So right now, I'm a Level 8 agent, that still needs a SO. Kinda sucks, but oh well, I have to.

Entering the dimly lit kitchen, to my surprise, I found someone drinking alone, an agent that I have met before. She's drinking the coffee alone, the mug cupped in her hands. Agent Maggie Wedding is sipping S.H.I.E.L.D's surprisingly delicious coffee, alone on one of the kitchen's small tables.

I approach her, "Hey." Wow, out of all the 'hello' cliches out there and you chose this one? Maggie almost spewed out the coffee, startled because she didn't see me coming. I try coughing back the laughter, while she turns around smiling. "Agent Vale!"

"Amelia. Maggie, right?" She nods, turning back to sipping her coffee, "Yup." Smiling, I head to one of the coffee stations, poured the original black coffee, added cream and sweetener. I don't add sugar, heh.

"May I join?" I ask Maggie, who just laughs. "I don't see anyone around." Her sarcasm made me smile, so I took a seat in front of her. Cupping the mug between my hands, we sip our coffee, as I savor the sweet and creamy taste. I look over to Maggie's coffee, and it turns out, she prefers black. She notices my glance, "yeah, not really a fan of cream and sugar."

"I don't add sugar; just cream and sweetener." She smiles, as I take another sip, "that's rare. I just add cinnamon," Maggie says.

"That sounds and tastes good. What got you up so early?" She shrugs, "I guess I'm just too caught up in this mission, plus I'm on guard duty most of the time."

"Guarding the god of mischief and lies?" I ask her, cocking my eyebrow and smirking. She snickers, "Yeah, I don't even know what mewling quim even means..." Oh my gosh, you don't really wanna know. "So, he's really a god?"

I took another sip, "I think there's only one god, and I don't think he dresses like that." A Steve Rogers direct quote. Just so you know, he said that when Thor raided the quinjet when Loki surrendered. Maggie chuckles, almost spewing the coffee again. I guess she'll be another Abbey...

"I agree, I see there's another one as well." He's on our side though.

"Yup, the mighty Thor. I guess its just sibling rivalry," I say. She scoffs, "Ugh, I know right, I thought its really stupid." I nod in agreement as I take a long sip of coffee.

Grave silence passes us, but she decided to clear the air, "the other agents hear rumors every time, like--"

"Okay", I cut her off, then jokingly ask, "what's your report, agent?"

She giggles, "ha, okay, but they said," she starts whispering jokingly even though nobody's really here, "that the Captain is apparently in love, all because they say he's getting sidetracked for a while now," Okay, hold up right there. Steve never fails, he follows orders, is loyal and trustworthy to everybody, and because of that fact, he succeeds all the time. "But anyways, rumors include shipping an agent in the helicarrier, you or even Agent Romanoff..." Tony, I swear I'm gonna kill you... "And Mr. Stark didn't spread, that." Oh. I plaster a fake smile on my face, hiding the annoyance inside of me.

"How did you--"

"Amelia, an agent started it, and I thought it was pathetic," I kept sipping the coffee, listening intently and somehow with excitement. "I thought it's a joke, like gossip at high school all over again. But do you wanna know who I really ship?" She starts smirking, my eyes widening.

"Oh my god, lemme guess..." Maggie snickers, "yup, I ship you and the Captain." She smirks, pointing at me playfully when she said 'you'. Heat starts rising up to my cheeks, my hands trembling in embarrassment. Okay, be quiet for like a minute then onto another topic...

My conscience was right, I paused for a while, just staring down at my coffee while Maggie just kept sipping hers. I then ask, yup, changing the subject, "speaking of, that, but this mission, don't you miss anyone? Like people you spend time with, you rarely see them because of the missions."

She stops sipping her coffee, staring blankly at it, "well, I don't really know. S.H.I.E.L.D's like my whole life; the fact I prefer my solitude, so I'm just too busy, I guess." I nod, while she continues, "I miss my friends, but the good thing about organizations or jobs like this is that you develop bonds with people that you were able to trust, so practically making more friends. You don't know, probably love, or even fall for a criminal that's under the radar. I heard stories, same goes to rumors."

I smile, thinking about an agent that became someone I trust during Project 45, and the fact that we still keep in touch today. Now, I thought about another agent that just became my, well, friend. "Really? Falling for your enemies?" She scoffs, "it happens. Like what people say; love has no boundaries. Probably an agent or one of the Avengers is falling in love with Loki by this very second." I almost spew coffee for like the thousandth time this morning, laughing, "Maggie, I doubt that. No way..."

Then she widen her eyes, "wait, do you--?"

"Oh hell no," I answer her immediately, expecting that question. I then finally admit, "I-I love someone else. Definitely not, him." I mentally slap myself smack dab on the face for realizing the words that just came out of my mouth. But I have to! Like when people suddenly point out like 'you like this guy', you suddenly get defensive. That's me! And to my surprise, she replies by smiling softly. Huh?

"Can I do at least two guesses? If I say three, I think I'm not smart enough." I like that. I nod while taking another sip of coffee, "shoot away." She probably won't state the obvious, because the obvious isn't always the right answer. Unlike this situation, though.

She smiles, "okay, if hell no to the god, an agent? Like another scientist around here?" I shake my head, "nope." I rarely even talk to agents around here, besides her, Maria, and Natasha, who are obviously S.H.I.E.L.D agents.

"Ugh, well then, could you give me a clue?" she pouts, making me sigh. Here it goes. "Project 45." Her eyes widen, as she slowly puts down the mug at the small table. "No way..." Wait, she knows about Project 45? How? I thought that was only level 8 clearance!

"Uh, yes way..."

"Its the Captain America the whole freaking time?!" she excitedly squeals, making me smile awkwardly. I can tell adrenaline is racing through her, just from the look on her face. "So, the rumors are really true!" She stands up, raising her hands in the air, making me worry even more, "You love--"

"Quit it down!! Yes, its true!" I whisper at her, still her excitement brewing. l then mentally face palm my face, as she loudly whispers, "my ship has sailed!" Ha, I don't think that's gonna really happen... Her hands were balled into fists and rose them up in the air with happiness. Never expected to tell her my feelings about him first though...

"Yeah, yeah, but yes. Now, could we forget about that? Like, oh I don't know, for a moment? Maggie, its 4:00 a.m. in the freaking morning!" Maggie settles down, an excited grin still stuck on her face. She giggles, "its 5:03 a.m. and second, wait, what do you see in the 90 year old, man?"

"Maggie, first, the rumor about him being side tracked throughout the mission is wrong though, he's always focused and on to the right thing--"

"I know, but I need details." I gave her a look, "oh never mind, then..."

I sigh, finishing my coffee, "he's kind, loyal, a gentlemen, awkward like me, humorous sometimes, trustworthy, beautiful--"

"Yeah, he's pretty ripped." I playfully glared at her, "what? Its true!" I smile, as she continue, "but I cut you off because those things sound, basic, you know? I want descriptive, touching--" Geesh, what is she, my therapist? Oh well, I hate keeping this inside of me for this whole freaking time.

"Okay, well..." she cocks her eyebrow, giving me a look to spit it out. I sigh, my heart beating faster and faster because of both excitement and I am terrified to tell, all of this.

"Last night, he's there for me because of, well tragic news. I won't really tell," Maggie nods, gesturing me to continue. "These past few days, when I'm around him, he makes my knees all jello, adrenaline flows straightaway through my whole body, I feel like wings will sprout from my back, his smile will always get me to smile back, he's always so sincere and concerned, and his awkwardness makes me feel like a child.

Look, I'm sort of unsure, still unfamiliar, but maybe it was his laugh, his eyes, or his smile, it could've been his old fashioned hair, his voice, his personality, but whatever it was, it made me fall pretty damn hard. If I don't know what made me fall in this bottomless pit, I will find what it is. Anyways, Steve Rogers changes my harmless intentions to myself over this mission, and because of last night, he has no idea of how long about something that he just said can stay in my mind. There are more things that he has done or said, but I say that was unforgettable." I can't promise to fix all of these things, but I promise you won't be alone.

I continue, "I can't believe I said all those cheesy things. But anyways, I know he's not the only guy in the universe, but to me, in the first time in so long; forever, he matters to me." Maggie's smile grew larger, and I somehow managed a smile through all the cheesiness I've just said. But all of the endless cliches I've just told her will always be truthful and meaningful, no matter how common the words were said. I never thought I'd fall in love, literally fall, but he's different from the douches and sweethearts, even sweethearts, who left or whom I kicked out on the curb out of my life. And the one that left me.... All those eight years ago...

I told her all of this because I had to let it all out, as its been hidden inside of me since my first glance towards him when I first arrived for this mission, afterwards Project 45 where I witnessed his story. It made me me forget about him. As cheesy as all of this sounds, I swear its cheesier than cheese. It sounds simple but, I have never ever, I don't even know! Also for the first time in forever, I don't regret saying this, at all. I have no idea on how many times I've said this but, why does things like this have to be so cheesy? Abbey's right, I did fall in love. And that's the first time in eight years was she right about that.

"Amelia, the words..." I sigh as Maggie's smile softened, "don't kill me because I recorded it, and--"

"Wait, what?!" I stood up from my chair as she mentioned it... "Maggie!"

"Hey! Look, that was overall beautiful. The words, I mean they were so appealing and pleasing to hear about from a person that loves you, no matter how cheesy that sounds." I smile at her thoughts and comments, as she grinned wider. I sat back down. "I recorded it so I could send it to you, that is if I have your number, for you to ponder on how much you've fallen for this guy. Actually for you, its the guy."

I thought about it, but eh, why not? I mean, he probably will never hear it, but it won't matter. "Thanks, Mags." Yeah, that's her new nickname.

"Just think about it and smile, you don't know if the best or worst is yet to come. Just think about, him." I smiled, standing up from my chair towards to the cafeteria counter, you know, where you grab coffee and food and stuff. Taking a napkin, I write my number. And then, I gave the napkin with my number to Maggie, who gladly accepts. I know I've never loved the sound of my voice on tape. (A/N: THE SONG LYRIC THOUGH!! Just change I've to you've and my to your...)

"Thanks, I'll send it to you as soon as I can. Probably even right now."

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I'M BAAAACCCCKKKK.

YUP, THIS IS A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG ASS CHAPTER, I SWEAR, ITS UGH. IT WAS 7,111 WORD OR MORE CRAP, OBVIOUSLY BEFORE THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE AT EVERY END OF THE CHAPTER.

CLEARLY, I'M UNSURE OF HOW HEART BEATS SOUND LIKE SO I JUST MADE IT UP.

BUT ANYWAYS, THIS CHAPTER MAINLY IS THOROUGH AND IN DEPTH ABOUT AMELIA'S FEELINGS OVER YOU KNOW WHO BY NOW, THERE WILL BE A STEVE ROGERS CHAPTER, BUT ITS MORE TOWARDS THE END OF THE BOOK. HEH.

ANYWAYS, SHE TOLD HER FEELINGS TO A LEAST EXPECTED PERSON, NOT ABBEY, OR NICK, CAUSE FOR NICK THAT'D BE JUST TOO WEIRD... ALSO, I SWEAR I'VE NEVER EVER TYPED, WRITTEN, OR EVEN SAY ANYTHING AS CHEESY AS THIS, SO ENJOY THE CHEESINESS!! I DON'T EVEN REALLY KNOW WHAT CHEESY MEANS BUT I'VE USED IT IN THIS TYPE OF SITUATION ALL THE TIME... :P

THE SONG SHE SANG IN THE SHOWER WAS IMMORTAL BY EVANESCENCE, BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS A NICE SONG ABOUT TO NEVER FORGETTING A LOVED ONE. HER MOTHER IS SIGNIFICANT TO HER LIFE FOREVER AND ALWAYS. PLUS I REALLY LIKED THE SONG.

ANYWAYS, SHE ALSO EXPLAINED HER INVOLVEMENT WITH RISING TIDE, SO SHE KNEW SKYE AND MILES AND MICRO. *FORESHADOWING*

AND NOW YOU'LL BE LIKE SO IF AMELIA ASKED SKYE TO HACK THE CIA FOR HER TO KNOW INFORMATION ABOUT HER MOM, WOULDN'T SHE HAVE SEEN THE CALL COMING?

NO, YOU SEE, SHE [AMELIA] JUST WANTED TO KNOW HOW THE PROCESS OF THE SEARCH FOR HER MOM IS GOING, WHICH THERE IS NO PROCESS REALLY BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY THE JET HASN'T BEEN FOUND BY THE TIME YET. AND WHAT SHE MEANT BY FILES BY THEORIES OF HOW IT CRASHED OR LIKE LAST REPAIRS OF THE JETS OR DEPOSITS OR WITHDRAWALS OF JEREMY CERVETTI BEFORE THE FLIGHT. PRACTICALLY ANYTHING SUSPICIOUS DONE BY ANYONE EITHER RIDING THE JET OR YEAH, PRACTICALLY ANYONE.

OKAY, ONTO STEVIE, WHICH ACTUALLY I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY REALLY, I GUESS THIS IS REALLY AN AMELIA CHAPTER, NO OTHER POINT OF VIEWS.

I REALLY WANT TO GET INTO THIRD PERSON POV BUT I DON'T KNOW WHEN'S THE RIGHT TIME, I GUESS I'LL WRITE LIKE THAT ON THE FIGHTS THAT'LL BE COMING.

NEXT CHAPTER.......... STAY TUNED!

300 READS!!!!!!! KEEP IT COMING! VOTE AND COMMENT! XD PASS THE WORD! I DON'T KNOW!

I'M SO HAPPY BECAUSE READING OTHER FANFICS IS GETTING ME PUMPED ON WRITING MY OWN SO YEAH. ALSO, LISTENING TO RANDOM MUSIC GETS ME SOMEHOW PUMPED LIKE RIGHT NOW, I'M SO OBSESSED WITH AC/DC... THANKS WONTON. NEVER THOUGHT THAT I'D BE ATTRACTED TO ROCK/HEAVY METAL OR WHATEVER GENRE OF MUSIC THAT'S REALLY CALLED, LOL. I WAS EVEN LISTENING TO BON JOVI AND JOURNEY. THEN EVANESCENCE AGAIN! THEN FALL OUT BOY. THEN MIKKY EKKO AND ARIANA GRANDE. EVEN MOVIE SOUNDTRACKS LIKE THE AVENGERS ONE WAS REALLY COOL. THEN THERE'S ONE DIRECTION... *POINTS TO THE SONG LYRIC, FIND IT!*

THANKS FOR MAKING IT HERE, NOW NEXT TO THE NEXT POINT!

~ACOUSTIC QUIVER C: