Well, it turns out I really don't need a rented car to normally transport me to the Cervetti Mansion down in Siesta Keys, Florida. Without the use of teleportation.

Because with the courtesy of the Cervettis' wealth, a limo waited for me outside the Sarasota Bradenton International Airport.

How did they know that I was gonna teleport at that certain airport? Nicholas J. Fury implanted a satellite GPS tracker on my invincible earpiece so they could obviously keep track of my whereabouts. And every now and then during this visit, it's other purpose is to inform the Cervettis as well. He also didn't notify them about my pyrokinetic, cyrokinetic, and teleportation abilites for my safety and reputation as their precious granddaughter.

And how do I know this?

Fury sent me a message through my earpiece stating that Steve personally requested to activate the tracker for my well-being with my step-grandparents. Specifically to keep track of my whereabouts. And that they will frequently inform my step-grandparents about my locations.  Same thing.

But I won't complain; because S.H.I.E.L.D and Steve are involved. Steve and S.H.I.E.L.D aren't really a thing yet.

As of right now, the driver and the person escorting me are seated an area of the limo away from me, obviously for privacy for class and a phone call.

An Abbey Myers phone call.

By the way, her ringtone is Sencha; she thinks it sounds professional considering that being a doctor of any sort make lots of money. I don't blame her 'cause its true. Opinions differ because its an opinion, not a fact; therefore there's no right or wrong answer. Why do I have a feeling that I have said this earlier before...

Oh well.

As soon as I stepped into the limo, everyone eyeing me because a hooded girl is riding a high-class vehicle. Again, I don't blame them because I couldn't agree more.

Sorry. Anyways, after latching on the seat belt, my personal escort offered me champagne but no thank you. The classic Sencha and familiar vibrations occur in my pocket so, I picked it up.

And all I could say is that she wasn't, well, happy.

She wasn't happy that I missed a bunch of her calls, which I did purposefully and accidentally, that is if there was such thing.

I explained to her the surprise ambush from the zombie-fied Clint Barton and the rest of Loki's personal flying monkeys. And mom's death, which she was shocked but that was brief.

I'm so not telling her about the trance from the yellow stone beneath the blue gem from Loki's scepter and certainly not the date.

But I also didn't forget about to mention that I have to meet up with the, yes the, Stella and Declan Cervetti.

Highly world-profound and well-known billionaires, philanthropists, entrepreneurs, and CEOs of world-profound companies and enterprises. And their world-profound and well-known son was able to hook up and marry my mother, a perfect and normal mother, not that the normal is bad, with a dangerous past nine years ago. That is, if you include three years of dating before the engagement, but I suppose that is unnecessary so why did I just mention that.

Overall, I think my step-family is plain rich and one of the greatest successors over the past generations and in the generations to come.

Almost like Stark Industries.  And the Starks.  Specifically Howard and Tony Stark.

So meet my step-grandparents, well not yet.

Honestly and overall though, I love the Cervettis.  They treat you with hospitality, aid numerous of charities around the world, are supportive and they are like the grandparents that children seek of.  I love the Cervettis, even Jeremy, even though if he was a douche/jerk.  To admit, he's like that sometimes.  When I visit Cervetti Centralized and the mansion.

Jeremy Lee Cervetti isn't an only child, his younger sister named Regina Francesca Cervetti is a fifty-fifty opposite of her brother and her parents.  I met her during visits at the mansion during my high school years, and her behavior and personality is like chocolate unlike Jeremy's more like a sour warhead.  Regina isn't married, and she's a lawyer.  So, another Cervetti successor.

The law, business, entrepreneurship, philanthropy, and more runs in the Cervetti's classic line. These are the only things I know.

Jeremy is night, Regina is day to Stella and Declan.  Now to them, their step-grandchild, me, is their world.  They will do anything to prevent me from continuing on this mission.  They despise S.H.I.E.L.D and for reasons that I really don't care about right now.

I guess they believe in the theory that its partially S.H.I.E.L.D's fault upon my mother and stepfather's death.  But in my personal belief, I stick with that they hired an inexperienced pilot.

"Abbey, the thing is they'll stop me with artillery if I continue, I just know it.  Heck, if I walk out of that door after the meeting, they could point a gun at my head," I reason to Abbey on the other side of the line, who is currently chilling in on her office, finishing her patient's paperwork.

"Well, thank god I haven't met them.  I'm really taking those defense classes.  Maybe you could coach me when you come home," her thoughts caused to curl a small smile on my lips.  "Look, what if they were right?  That the S.H.I.E.L.D thing shouldn't and cannot be done in the first place?" And the smile is gone.

My face drops, "Abbey, you were with me to go on this mission.  Lemme repeat; 'I think you need this.'  You literally said that and I remembered that like what?  Four days ago!"

"Hey!  I mean, whatever really works," she sighs.  "If you want this and if your step-grandparents did end up putting a bullet in your head, then..." 

I smirk, awaiting for her to finish her threat, "then what?"

"I'll fly over to Sarasota and I swear to god, I will--"

"Okay, I get it.  Thanks.  And don't worry, I doubt a bullet will you know, 'cause of you know, you know?" 

She giggles, "I know."

I stare out at the window for a few silent moments, looking at the sapphire sky and palm trees swaying with the breeze.  "I'll come back in one piece, I promised you and--"  Then I stopped, realizing that looking into the sky will transition my thoughts and the words to say into something else.  Or someone else.

"Huh?  And yeah, you better be.  If that Lookie guy like stabs you in the heart or something then I'll kick his ass all the way back to Asgard.  And same goes to that brother of his too."  She knows because of the past-conversations-over-the-phone we had. 

"Thor's harmless.  Well, not really if you know what I mean, like with his magic hammer and all.  And its Loki."  I correct her, an animated picture appear in my head of Abbey kicking the Odinson's and Laufeyson's butts all the way to Asgard.  Which is quite imaginable, actually.

"Whatever, but you better come back.  I don't care if its like a few weeks, like can you just take a break and stop at Arlington and we could grab coffee?  Just once while you're there, your spare time?  I mean, Amy, you can freaking teleport!  Wait, if I remember correctly, you did tell me that the Cervetti's don't know about the you know?"

"Yup," the limo arrived in front at a pair of large, metal gates.  The letter 'C' is molded in front of the bars, obviously 'C' is for Cervetti.  And as I expected, there were the media.  Which struck me, "excuse me Abbey, gotta go."  I ended the call, not getting to hear her last words, well not really last you know?

"Mr. Pennyworth?  How did all of the media know the Cervetti address?"  He's like my temporary butler, the name's Alfred Pennyworth.  He's British, indicating from the accent.

Mr. Pennyworth heard my question, so he replies, "Ms. Vale, somehow someone leaked the information.  But as of the current situation, the Cervetti's doesn't really want to discuss about the matter."

"Oh.  Thank you."  I place my phone back into my pocket, reaching for my earpiece, just adjusting it.  I won't say anything on the other side of its line.

"Your welcome, Ms. Vale."

Thankfully the windows are tinted, and as soon as the limo passed the mansion gates, it drew all of their attention.  From the other side of the tinted windows, I hear all of them screaming and crying out for who's inside.  Oh my god.

"Where's the security for the mansion?"  I asked Alfred, who shook his head, "I'm afraid that they are trying the best of their ability to keep the media intact."   Oh my god, again.

There's a miniature, oblong roundabout in front of the large mansion, fountains and lawn flower arrangements rest at the peak of its beauty.  The mansion, I shall describe as something based on Mediterranean and Spanish homes design due to the Floridian location, and it is incredibly large.  But I assume a tour won't be necessary as for right now.

The limo parks in front of the mansion's small flight of stairs leading to its massive doors.  Guards stand on their post on either side of the doors, so still and stern looks on their faces.

The mansion is so large, that the tour would take for a very long period of time.  Larger than a mansion, but smaller than a palace.  So I guess there's not really a point of referring to it as a mansion.  Alfred voluntarily exited out of the limo first, approaching my side and opening the door for me like, like royalty.

Before I stepped out into the bright, flashing lights, even though its still daytime, I fixed my hair so I could wear the hood neatly.  Same goes to adjusting the earpiece, unnoticed hopefully.  Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the elaborate limo and having my position supported from Alfred's outstretched hand.  "Thank you," I mutter to Alfred, who just replied with a small, genuine smile and courteous nod.

I smile back, keeping my head low but watching my steps so I couldn't trip.  "Mystery girl?! May I have a name?" 

"Who are you?!"

"Amelia Vale, is this the step-granddaughter of the Cervettis?"

"Amelia Vale!"

"Oh my god, its Amelia Vale!"

Every reporter or paparazzi cried out and exclaimed similar phrases, trying to draw my attention.  When I heared my mentioned name, I almost immediately faced the callers.  But I alerted to stay focused and concentrate on bypassing all the media at the mansion.  They should've fixed the leaked address, I swear... 

Still keeping my head down, from the corner of my eye do I spot Alfred gesturing towards the driver of the limo to leave.  But that didn't stop the media from staying any longer.

"Ms. Vale, if you don't mind, you are comfortable with taking the hood off, so the current suspicion will fade away."  Alfred gently reminds like the nice person that's good to be around with.  I face him, "alright, thanks for the friendly reminder."

"My pleasure, miss."

Smiling, I take the hood off, revealing the back of my head towards the media.  I didn't face them, but their voices grew louder and louder.

"Amelia Vale!  May we ask questions?"

"Amelia Vale!  What do you feel about your mother's recent passing?"  Okay, that stupid reporter was definitely stupid.

But I didn't face the man that asked the question.  I just continued heading up the small flight of stairs leading to the front doors of the Cervetti Mansion.

~Steve's POV~

"Did she get the message?"  I ask Maria, who is still stationed with her monitors and managing the place for Fury.  My arms are crossed as I stood next to her.

"Yep, she did.  But no reply, yet." I frown at her response, but I suppose Amelia just wanted to stay silent for a while.  You know, because she still couldn't face the fact.  "And from the looks of it, she's heading towards the certain address, safe and sound."

"Okay, thank you for this. Just make sure no bumps on her way there." I thank her, turning away.

"No problem, Captain."

Taking a few more steps farther away from her station, she grabs my attention once again by calling my name, "Steve?"

It stopped myself in my tracks, "not to be rude, just out of curiosity, but why are you so, concerned over her personal matters?"  Jealousy or anything peculiar isn't hinted in her voice according to my senses, just out of curiosity as she states.

I turn around to face her, "I just care, you know?"

She smirks, the smirk that somewhat frightens me these days.  "Uh huh..."

Giving her a look, I chuckle, "I just do, Maria.  As a friend that's watching over her, like what a normal friend does..."  Her smirk grew longer, causing crinkles in her eyes and dimples showing themselves off her cheeks.  "Could you just keep me in touch if she says anything will you?"

I start walking away once again, she replies, "I will, especially if says yes on that date!"

My eyes widened, but it didn't stop me from walking farther.  "I'm serious!  And she already said yes!" I cry out, hoping to shock her a little bit.

Because of that, not another word was spoken from her mouth.

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Since Amelia's departure, smiles weren't formed any longer.  Mainly because of a soldier's death today.

Although, a sense of accomplishment satisfies me after her response from the question I asked.  Which went smoothly and very quickly thankfully.

In my hands were Coulson's trading cards, that were splattered with his blood.  Should I sign it? 

Blood didn't stain my fingers, but its stained everybody's heart today.  Especially Amelia's, because two of her closest passed just overnight.

But Steve, how come you've lost everything and you show no signs of not facing the fact?

I've never seen you complain or mention any of it.  Or them.

Amelia have asked those questions even before the incident when she found out that her mother really died.  And here's my answer:

When I see her face and smile of comfort and beauty, it reminds me that even the most lost of souls didn't loose everything.  Because she became one of them.

Those three years ago that I've been defrosted, I've moved on.  I guess in her own words, I finally faced the fact.

Peggy Carter; I'd still visit her and enjoy every single minute of it.  That familiar smile makes my day, until I met her.  But she'll be always be my tough girl. 

Bucky; he will never be forgotten, ever.  I visited his grave every opportunity I can take, even though if his body was never found from that fateful, winter day.  I'm with him 'till the end of the line, pal.

Howling Commandos; Dum Dum Dugan, Gabe Jones, Jim Morita, James Montgomery Falsworth, and Jacques Dernier will always live up to the memory that kicked lots of both Nazi and HYDRA ass.

Howard Stark; can be an arse sometimes but he was trustworthy and provided me the shield and friendship I'll never forget.

Dr. Erskine;  Thanks to him, its what the inside that counts.  And he reminded that a weak man knows the value of strength and power inside.

Carolyn Peters; (A/N: Lol, but who?!  Clue; she's in Project 45 and has something to do with Amelia.  Well, duh.)  She stood there by my side and when I needed her as a friend, she always provided one.  And she's one of the greatest and toughest fighters I know besides Peggy.

There are more but they're just utmost people I have lost, and thoughts of them made me regret of crash landing the HYDRA jet of atomic bombs into the water.  Well, frozen water, but then a thought of more than a million lives were saved that day didn't make me regret.  But prices still has to be paid.

I miss them.

~Amelia's POV~

"Miss Vale," both of the guards greeted as they stand post at the door, opening the doors so mannerly for me.  On behalf of my thanks, I return a small smile and a courteous nod.  Both returned the gestures as well. 

Entering the mansion, the doors were shut quietly, blocking all the noise from the outside.  Beyond my eyes were the same old gorgeous chandelier that sticks up the ceiling, its jewels glistening in the sunlight.  The mansion looked quite dim without its open lights, obviously presenting that the residents living here have lost all its glee.

There won't be a tour for now, but I headed straight to the large family room, silently and cautiously.  As Alfred cleared his throat, offering, "Ms. Vale, would you mind for me to hold on to that hoodie?"

I turn to face him, "No thank you, Mr. Pennyworth.  But, um thanks for offering at least." 

He smiles warmly, "No problem, Ms. Vale."  I return his warm smile, turning back around to start making my way into the mansion. Removing the hoodie, but keeping it in my hands.  Revealing the white sweatshirt, gloves, and ring.  And just in case if I'm teleporting outta here, I rearranged my ring onto the left, ring finger.

As I drew closer to the family room,  I start hearing soft, muffled sobbing.  Probably Stella's sobbing, I thought to myself, which warned me with to make subtle and sympathetic approach towards the small Cervetti family, mourning the loss of their brother, son and well, stepfather.

My boots slightly make noises against the hardwood floors, but they immediately noticed my presence as I arrive the family room.

Regina's head perked up, mixed feeling kicked in inside of her when she caught sight of me.  I can tell her eyes were watery, but she got up from the Cervetti's expensive couch where her mother is currently bawling her eyes out silently.  She outstretched her hands, and then hugging me tightly.  I hug her back, my eyes not really watery but I have a hurt expression on my face.

"Amelia, so glad to have you back."  Regina says onto my shoulder, her voice breaking upon her departed brother.

"So am I," I said back, letting each other go from the hug.  I scan the room, noticing my step-grandfather's absence.  "Where's Declan?"

She sighs as she starts leading me to a seat, "some people just grieve differently.  I'm sorry about Elizabeth though..."

As I sat down, I gave her a warm smile, "same goes to Jeremy, for you guys."  I place my hoodie close to me at all times.

Stella's sobs faded away as I smiled at her.  "Oh, Amelia..."  She outstretched her arms across me, but I hugged her.  "I'm so glad you were able to make it."

"Well, I have to reside my duties for a while and attend urgent family matters."  We let go, and from the corner of my eye, Regina smiled from the thought of 'family matters', I can tell.  But Stella faintly frowned, "thank god you're residing S.H.I.E.L.D for a while.  Its a dangerous organization and you cannot-"

"Go back, return," I finish for her, as a maid offers us tea and all of us gladly accepted.  "Look, Stella, what is the main reason I am needed for family matters?  From what I've heard, you guys have to threaten S.H.I.E.L.D and the CIA just to have access to my current location..."  I stir the tea and took a quiet sip.

Stella sighs, "Declan is grieving somewhere, Cervetti Centralized needs a new CEO, and you don't seem affected about your mother and father's death."  Oh no she didn't... By the way, its stepfather...

I knit my eyebrows together, "my mourning is brief.  People that I cared about were at my side that's why it was brief."  Depression didn't really take over to describe it.  I mutter as I look down at the cup of tea in my hands, "and we had to lose someone recently, so make that another one for me."

"That's why you aren't coming back."  Stella announces seriously, like shit's about to get real.  "Probably S.H.I.E.L.D caused the crash, killing your mother and--"

Regina starts shaking her head as she rests a hand on her mother's shoulder, preventing her from releasing brewing tension that she foreshadows to start any minute.  Pretty much lightening her mood.  Then she turns to face me with a small smile on her face, "Amelia, its just great for you to step foot on our residents and spend some spare time with us."

Sighing, she continues, "and mom, you could be the new CEO while dad runs Cervetti Consolidated.  Amelia can serve as assistant, or I could voluntarily abandon my law career so I could run the multi-billion company.  The other way around."

I almost spewed the tea, but I straighten my back once again, "Reggie, you would seriously do that?  Quit prosecuting and being, district attorney for Sarasota?"  And the fact that I have to quit my own careers if I become assistant...

She smiles warmly at my shocked face, "of course I would."  Then she held firmly on Stella's hand, "for Jeremy."

Her mother couldn't help but smile at her daughter's sacrifice, overjoyed that a tear slid down her cheek.  Resulting to raise her tea cup, "for Jeremy."

It obviously signaled for a toast, so all of our cups were raised and clang!  For Jeremy.  "For Jeremy," Regina and I replied back.

I took a small sip, my thoughts transitioning to watch out for my fifteen to twenty minutes of Cervetti time.  "But," I break the small moment of silence, "I am unsure of being assistant because I'm running two careers..."  Well, one of them is just beginning so...

Regina lets out a small giggle, "oh I know.  I mean the FBI and S.H.I.E.L.D?  Quite a handful of being a field agent and a crime laboratory analyst."  Oh, I'm not so sure about the field agent part...

"And because of that, you are quitting S.H.I.E.L.D immediately."  Stella interferes, making me drops my shoulders and jaw.

"Mom, she won't be because she's an adult, so she'll decide her life on her own.  And I can tell she's a good fighter!"  Regina defends me, because I seek the aid.

"Yeah, its what I chose like about a week ago," fuck with us and then we tweakin' ho, "I love, well, all of this.  And besides, we gathered in the first place to discuss other things besides my careers," I reason to Stella, Regina nodding in agreement. 

I've been secretly eyeing the television and searching for the remote that I could snatch quickly and check the news.  Same goes to the thing of making up a reason so I could watch TV, preferably the local news channel.  'Check the television at the mansion.'  Got that.

"She's got a point so anyways, Jeremy and Elizabeth should be buried as soon as possible!"

Too quick, and awkward, sis.  "But how about those long term preparations and requirements?"

"We are the Cervettis, Amelia!  Those long term preparations and requirements will be short term for us," Stella declares proudly, as I finish my tea.  Yes, I finish my cups of tea way too quickly than other people.

I hope things will go swiftly...  And less of them S.H.I.E.L.D topics...

~Tony's POV~

Why won't I stop contemplating about all the current situations...

Beneath and behold my eyes are the steel trap designed for the cell, its purpose designed only for urgent precautions.  But dropping Thor down the 30,000 feet drop into wherever he is now isn't one.

For one he was too foolish; he just had to fall for Loki's mischievous tricks.  Hell, if I fell for one of them, I'd be damned.  Two; he has no idea on what to 'mind changing' lecture him, resulting him being delivered to nowhere.  And three; I swear to god, this is all Loki.

Banner; I couldn't offend my science bro for one thing, because Loki triggered the other guy.  Exposure of the hulk like a nerve is a nightmare for him, a terrible privilege for poor Bruce.  Except, there's really no point of really calling it a privilege, its a curse.  But overall, this is all Loki.

Everything is Loki.

Everyone he killed and murdered.  Same thing.

I bet all my money that he killed Elizabeth Echard and Jeremy Cervetti; my fellow billionaire.  Anything he had done probably made that plane crash.  And hurt Amelia in someway during the 'argument'.  Those blue eyes won't stop haunting her...

Then I heard familiar footsteps approaching, clanging against the metal floor.  From the corner of my eye, he crossed his arms as he leaned against the railing.

"Was he married?"  I heard Steve ask, a moment after he enters the cell room.  Originally a cell room.

"No..." I kept my glances towards the empty, deep, drop.  "There was a uh...  Cellist, I think."  Sorry mystery cellist, girl.

"I'm sorry.  He seemed like a good man..."

I lightly scoff at his thought, facing him towards his direction, "He was an idiot."  Yeah, yeah.  That was harsh, Anthony.

Steve looks up, meeting my eyes.  "Why? For Believing?" 

"For taking on Loki alone," I start walking away from the deep, steel, drop.

"He was doing his job," Steve answers back, as I counter.  Scoffing, "He was out of his league, he should have waited.  He should have..."

As I made my way down the metal stairs, he reasons back.  "Sometimes there isn't a way out, Tony."

"Right," I point at him, sarcastically remarking as I kept walking away.  "How did that work for him?"

"Is this the first time you lost a soldier?"  Okay, he's like giving me a therapy session here and he's definitely not good at it.

"WE ARE NOT SOLDIERS!"  I sharply exclaim, turning back around to face the super soldier.  "I'm not marching to Fury's fife."

" Neither am I! He's got the same blood on his hands as Loki does. Right now we've got to put that aside and get this done."  Okay, not in the mood for an opinionated lecture, but I decided to take a glance at the blood-stained metal walls.  "Now Loki needs a power source, if we can put together a list..."  Yeah, yeah, wait.

"He made it personal."  Light bulb! 

Steve cocks an eyebrow, not understanding.  "That's not the point."  Old men...  Don't give a crap if he is biologically 27 or whatever...

"That is the point, that's Loki's point."  I start pacing towards and up and down the metal steps.  "He his us all where we live."  Then I faced him with a curious and hard look, "why?"

"To tear us apart."  Ding ding!  We gotta winner!

"He had to conquer his greed, but he knows he has to take us out to win, right? That's what he wants. He wants to beat us and he wants to be seen doing it. He wants an audience."  Hmm...

"Right," now we're agreeing, "we caught his act at Stuttgart."  We?  Oh, yeah...

"Yeah. That's just a preview, this is opening night. Loki's a full-tilt diva.  He wants flowers, he wants parades, he wants a monument built in the skies with his name plastered..."  I take a small pause, still solving on-- Oh hell no!  "Son of a bitch!"

"Stark Tower?"  Damn right, Stark Tower!

"That damn god dares to touch my baby!"  I exclaim, Steve nodding that we have to head towards there.  I start walking away, "we need to suit up."

"Uh yeah, about that..."  I almost exit the empty cell room, until I turned back around.  "What do you mean 'about that'?  Spangles, grab your shield and suit up with that outfit of yours, tell the master assassins to--"

"Tony," what now?  "Amelia..."

"Oh, I forgot Sparky doesn't have a suit yet!  Well, I'll keep in mine to design one for her after all of this so--"

"No, Tony!  She left!"  Steve exclaims, not too loud.

My heart sank, "Wha-what?"

Steve sighs, as he pinches the bridge of his nose, his other hand rested on his hip.  "She left."

"What do you mean she left?"  I ask, angered at the fact she aborted the mission.

"She didn't abort the mission, she's coming back."  Oh, he read my mind...

"But where did she go?  Where to?  How's she coming back?"

He folded his arms, "she's visiting Jeremy Cervetto's or whatever his last--"

"Cervetti, fellow billionaire, philanthropist, entrepreneur, not really a genius..."  I start correcting him until he flashed those looks that wants to make you stop rambling.

"Jeremy Cervetti's family, like her step-family."  Oh, I forgot about that... "She'll come back."  Then he lowers his voice, muttering and looking away, "she promises."  Heard that.

"But that Cervetti mansion's like way down at the south-- oh wait."  Yeah... Teleportation... Forgot about that...

"Yeah."

A small moment of silence occurs as I thought about the upcoming situations during the fight without the fire slash snow queen.  "Are we, like, gonna wait for her or--?"

Steve sighs, saddened at Amelia's late arrival to the battle.  "No, she told me to not let herself delay this.  Just begin whatever to fight anyway...  Without her..."

"You can wait for her yourself, captain.  Like well, the others and I really don't mind.  Actually I really don't care..."

He rolls his eyes, "No, Tony.  I'm captain so I'm coming."

I gave him a certified smile, as I pat his shoulder.  "The soldier's ready for battle.  The damsel's for later."

Steve scoffs, "she isn't any ordinary damsel and she's definitely not in distress.  Well, actually, based on the recent events that just happened to her, according to her, well--"  Ugh.

"Yeah, yeah."  I cut him off, as I walk away, "I'll be ahead of you guys and suit up.  Stark Tower needs me.  If she stops by, wait, does she have an earpiece?" I turn to face him, but walking backwards towards the exit.

He nods in reply.  "Okay, well tell her a little bit later that she doesn't need to stop by here.  'Cause we are bringing this fight to Manhattan."

~Steve's POV~

Rude.  Oh well, its Tony.

"All right," I nod in reply as I start making my way towards my room; where my suit is.  And my vibranium shield.  Also, I kept a mental note to remind Amelia about that later.

Wonder how Natasha and Clint are doing though...

But the hallways towards our rooms were abrupt therefore it wasn't very time consuming.  As I arrive at my door, I enter my room.  I make my way to the closet and I quickly slip on the top half of my suit, slip on the rest of the gear, leaving the helmet off.  Bringing and wearing the helmet on the way to Clint and Natasha.

But before I go...

I walk over to my nightstand where something valuable lays.  And that treasure was a locket. Flipping the small, treasured locket, her beautiful picture is shown above the portable compass. Peggy Carter's beautiful and youthful face is displayed inside the locket, and I missed looking at her face for the first time in forever. As this is the first time I looked at her face since I boarded the quinjet with Phil Coulson and met Amelia Vale. Practically ever since I set foot on this helicarrier and assisted on the mission. I realized Amelia is helping me throughout these four days except she isn't aware that she's helping me. She's helping me to move on. For the final attempt to in three years.

Sighing, I shut the locket closed and leaving it on the nightstand. Exiting the room with my helmet and shield in my hands.

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Arriving at the room where Clint is being held until he regained consciousness, the doors slide open revealing an unprepared Natasha Romanoff. "Time to go," I order in my captain tone, surprising her a little bit.

"Go where?" She raised an eyebrow, confused at the sudden instruction.

"I'll tell you on the way. Can you fly one of those jets?" At the right moment after my question was finished, Clint steps out of the restroom in his room, also unprepared.

The question perked him up though, "I can," he volunteers. But I'm still unsure if he's on our side though... Glancing at Natasha with my questioning look, she nods in approval that he's back. Good.

"You got a suit?"

"Yeah," he replies back.

"Then suit up," I directed. Leaving the room, Natasha called me, "wait!"

I turn back around, peering my head at the door frame of Clint's room. "What?"

"Why do I have a feeling that we are being faced with a difficulty?" Natasha asks, raising that eyebrow again and folding her arms. Clint gave her a perplexed look.

"I'll brief you guys on the way." Natasha just shrugs in her response.

"Yep, there is a difficulty..." Clint mutters, as the three of us leave his room.

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Adjusting my shield and helmet, Natasha and her widow's bite prepped, along with Clint's bow and arrows equipped, walked side by side along me as we headed our way toward a jet to transport us to Manhattan.

Stepping inside the the jet, a young S.H.I.E.L.D pilot was mending with one of the parts in the jet. He quickly notices us, immediately blocking our way to the jet's cockpit. "You are not authorized to be here..."

"Son... Just don't." He took it as a threatening reminder, so he just nodded and left the quinjet.

Clint and Natasha starts making their way to the cockpit, Natasha prepping, "son?"

"94, remember?" I remark, as Clint chuckles.

Loki, you better get your ass ready.

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