I did grow up to the crime lab scientist I've always wanted to be. Never thought that I'd be surprisingly be accepted to Harvard University, graduated with high honors, a masters degree in Forensics Science, and was accepted a Philosopher's Degree of Biochemistry at the age of 23 years old. But the creation of my career was just the beginning of everything.

During my childhood years, I befriended a girl by the name of Abbey Myers, who attended Harvard with me, same time. In all honesty, I couldn't be any happier because she was by my side through these years, as I was with her. As goes for my mom, mother couldn't be any prouder. If the people that I love are happy, then I am happy.

Although, during my childhood, Nick Fury did attend to Thanksgiving every once in a while. We were family for a little while until he had to go back to headquarters, but overall, it was worth it even for the little time. As my high school career almost ends, senior year, Nick did want us to assist him to a mission, a story that could probably be told another time. "Strictly classified, Level 8 clearance," he would announce now and then.

That mission was one of the best experiences in my whole life, besides the discovery of the fact that I can control, create, and manipulate fire and ice.

As goes for my mother, never would have I thought she'd marry a douche bag. Excuse me for foul language, actually don't, but I honestly disapprove Jeremy Lee Cervetti. He's Italian and blah blah blah, but he's an overall rich, spoiled ass. He boasts and is rude, not to me, but to a lot of his employees, some visitors and practically is a spoiled, rich, rude,
Brat. I sounded like I'm ten but it's that truth.  But somehow, mom loved this man and if she's happy, then I'm happy. Actually, yeah not really about Jeremy.  Until my opinions were accordingly changed in many ways every since he entered the life of the Vales.

His parents own Cervetti Consolidated, while he operates its counterpart, Cervetti Centralized. These industries are surprisingly very wealthy in the business (no shit), but I still have no idea on what they do in the company. No wonder I decided to not do business for college. Jeremy married my mother after three years together. Junior year was a pain and hell no would I change my last name so it could be Amelia Elnora Cervetti. Sorry again, but I prefer Vale.

Anyways, right now, at the age of 26, I assist in the the FBI crime laboratory over at Quantico, Virginia. I am having a time of my life alone while my mom and Jeremy are flying over to Florence, Italy for a 'quick' vacation.

I decided to head over to dad's grave, to pay my respects and tell him about my life, since it changes constantly. Even some of those changes were hard to perceive that's why everybody thinks they have a boring life. After all, I am just staring at paperwork in the lab which is due by Friday morning, and today is Tuesday, and they aren't bringing that many bodies in which is completely rare and good. So, I drove the 50-minute drive to Washington DC.

Finally arrived at the Congressional Cemetery located at DC. Beforehand I stopped at a flower shop and bought a bouquet for dad, then also got some scented candles. I'm just taking a short stroll, contemplating about the people buried here fighting for this beloved nation. Then finally, I found his grave stone that says:

In the Loving Memory of
Christopher Robert Vale
March 17, 1957- August 9, 1985
May You Rest in Peace

The simplicity of his stone represented his modesty in a way where it provided reasons my mother loved him very much. His face were often shown in the photographs of our old Brooklyn home.

I lay the bouquet on the grass and lit the scented candles with my, well you know. Don't worry, nobody saw it. Until--

"He was a good friend and he fought very well. How intelligent he was too."

I recognized the voice, then I turned around. Behold, standing a few feet behind me is Nick Fury. I smiled, he smiled back. I haven't seen him in almost two years. Nor a smile (like Kanye West).  "Hey, Director," I greeted.

"Ms. Vale, you are not an agent, so don't call me that." I laughed as I started walking towards him and gave him a welcoming hug. After all, he's like my other dad, with the eye patch. Had to put it out there.

Laughing to lighten up the formal greetings, I correct, "its Doctor, Nick." He scoffed but I ask, "where have you been these three years?"

"Amelia, where's your mom?" The old man retorted. I gave him a look that says 'really?'.

"Answer my question first." Behold the sass that I've finally let out.

He chuckled. "Classified. How's your mom?"

I scoffed. "She's with my douche stepdad, flying to Florence right now."

"Do not worry Amy, Jeremy is a wealthy and loving man. He loves you and your mom." Nick and Abbey were the only people to call me Amy. I don't like it honestly. But those words doesn't change the doubts I have in mind about Jeremy. Well, somewhat.

"Lemme guess, you checked his records, his accounts, money withdrawals and deposits, e-mails-"

"Very funny, I haven't gotten that far." He interrupted.

I laughed. "Well keep me in touch."

We walked over to dad's grave, contemplating if he were alive today. "I wonder what would've happened if dad was alive today."

Nick obviously looked like he knew the answer, "Well, there are numerous answers but the obvious one is that things would probably would've never been the same ever since." That made me confused, due to the fact that I really want to know more about Nick's, mom's, and dad's backstories, especially while my parents used to be S.H.I.E.L.D agents. I guess my opportunities of fathoming those detailed stories were decreasing from years, and years...

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out. Oh and by the way, the candles are no longer lit."

I scoffed, so I lit the candles again. "I see you are doing better," Nick said.

"Wait 'till you see me fight. Well, it has been eight years since 45," I said laughing. He chuckled, guessing I've rarely been in a middle of combat nowadays due to the project, but he's wrong. "So," I began, "could you tell me what's classified just this once over coffee?" Curiosity still continues to consume everyone, and possibly everything.

"Alright, I forgot that I haven't seen you in two years."

"Three. Starbucks?" What? As basic as it is, I would like some 'overpriced' coffee.

He sighed, "whatever works."

I smiled. So, we headed to my car, a small Silver/Grey Fiat, and drove to the nearest Starbucks I could find in the city. After all, DC is all too familiar. While driving I played the loudest of today's music. Best way to irritate him, since it gotten him to complain once in a while.

I just laughed and ignored. "Nah, its an opinion therefore there's no right or wrong answer."

We finally arrived at Starbucks. I came in prepared, while Nick had to wait ten minutes to choose his beverage, so I chose the Caramel Machiatto Iced Coffee while he chose an Americano. Settling down, he started explaining. "Okay, since I am Director, I am free to share any information to anybody I want."

"Wow, I feel really honored," I say with some laughter, a little laced with derision.

"You better be Amy." As stern as that sounded, it still won of overtaking the serious atmosphere. "Anyways, I was gone for almost three years because I've been working on a project, or busy planning to assemble a team."

Guess another project which I haven't heard from. "Team?"

"Yes, this project is called the Avengers Initiative. The idea is to bring together a group of remarkable people, to see if they become something more. See if they can work together if we needed them to. To fight the battles that we never could." Pride rocked each word, interest reeling me in.

"Are you saying you are planning to put together a team of, superheroes? People with special abilities?"

"Yes, people like you." Hold up, come again?

"Me? Ha! No, no, no. Never." I began reasoning, but he wouldn't buy. The last project I've been involved by SHIELD's left me fragile and traumatized.

"We shall see about that. But anyways, remember the mission you were assigned when you were eighteen?" And he just referred to the 'last project involved by SHIELD that has left me fragile and traumatized'.

I agreed. "Yeah, I remember that."

"You were helping and were involved in practically Avengers Initiative. You helped us find who else we are looking for the team we are currently assembling." Holy shit.

"So, are you assembling them now?" Gosh, more work for the old man. Poor him.

"We plan to do it at the right time, again to fight battles that we never could." He seemed to have boasted, somehow his faith filtered all among it.

"Um, would you mind telling me who are the people you are looking for?"

Nick sighed, yup I'm just curious. "That mission that involved you, yes, Steve Rogers or Captain America is in the team," oh my gosh, of course he'd be in it. I mean HYDRA and Super Soldier Serum? COME ON!

"Then there's Dr. Banner, or the Hulk, Tony Stark, or Iron Man, and Thor." Who's Thor? Like Norse mythology?

"Amelia, remember when Agent Phil Coulson came over for Thanksgiving?" Uh, yes. He's awesome too, like Maria Hill. I first met them during the mission when I was eighteen. I nod. "He's the one that operated with that mission in New Mexico. You see, Thor is known as the God of Thunder in Norse mythology," ha, not a myth at all.

This is awesome. Nick Fury just told me classified information, like I'm his daughter or something. Thankfully he knows I am old enough to keep such a secret, like literally I can't stop grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "Amelia, please stop grinning like the Cheshire Cat." Oh wow.

Well that put me out of my thoughts. "Wow Nick, I just can't believe you told me this."

"I think you needed it, you know, to at least feel trusted again."  Thanks, seriously.

"Another question, are there going to be any agents joining the team?"

He took a sip of the Americano, obviously enjoying it, "I do not know."

"Thanks for that. Now could we head home? I kinda want to finish my paperwork in advance. Do you need a ride?"

"Amelia, I think I could just walk to my jet." He remarks, my eyes widening. Whoa, his what?

"Oh, ha ha ha. Alright see ya around then." We finished our drinks, then exited Starbucks. I hope I won't be able to see him probably for another three years.

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WOO-HOO! BY THE WAY, THE PICTURE IS THE OUTFIT AMELIA IS WEARING. IF THE DAY, ACCORDING TO THE CHAPTER, CHANGES, THEN A PICTURE OF AN OUTFIT IT SHOWN. GET READY FOR THE NEXT ONE! ABBEY, AMELIA'S FRIEND, IS NAMED AFTER MY FRIEND AND SHE IS CURRENTLY WRITING HER OWN STORY AS WELL. CHECK HER OUT! abbers5678

-ACOUSTIC QUIVER

P.S.- DOESN'T JEREMY LEE AND CONSOLIDATED SOUND FAMILIAR? ;) YEAH, AGAIN, JUST LOOK IT UP. OK.