(A/N:  Above is a picture of Stan Lee, who's appearing later in this chapter.)

"Now can we get shawarma?"   Tony asks out impatiently, while Bruce starts changing into normal clothes after he shrunk to being normal again.  I rolled my eyes as I walk over to the bar, removing my hood thats hiding my face and freeze the wound secretly from the team.  Which is more stingy than before, but I'll be more cautious and numb it more.  Steve trails behind me, "patience, Tony.  We're still waiting for Bruce."

Natasha and Clint lounged around, helping Thor on keeping an eye on Loki, tied up.  Of course Tony has these specialized handcuffs, so we used those instead.  "Sorry, cap.  I'm running out of it so he better hurry."  Tony reasons, refering to his draining patience.

Picking up a glass, I grab a bottle of champagne from Stark's refrigerator.  And I'm craving it, I guess since the night in Stuttgart.  Steve rests his huge arms over the counter, while I pour the alcoholic drink. "You know, shawarma, whatever that is, would be much better than champagne."

I softly chuckle, secretly freezing another layer of ice on my wound and bringing the glass to my lips.  "Shawarma's Mediterranean of some sort, Steve."  Looking up at him, a small smile tugs at his lips.  And taking one sip, "and I'm not a fan of Mediterranean."

"Hmph," he remarks quietly, while Tony cries out from behind.  "Hey!  You didn't ask for permission to use my bar!"

Chugging down the rest of the champagne glass, I called back, "I need it like you would need your Mark 7."

Clint chuckles, "since when did you start craving for champagne?"

"Since now," I snap back, making him shrug in his response.  Steve and Thor snicker while Natasha rolls her eyes while smirking.

I gotta admit, this is a view for a penthouse.  And the bar wasn't that shriveled from Loki's madness so, I guess that's nice. 

Bruce finally came out of his dressing room wearing the dark purple button up and slacks Tony offered.  Along with shoes. "Shawarma?"

Natasha and Thor picked up the surrendered Loki in handcuffs, while I abandon the champagne and Steve walks side by me as we approach the team.

"Shawarma."  Tony replies as I teleport all of us two blocks away from the Tower to the shawarma joint. 

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Stan's Shawarma

The words say in bold, orangey and yellowish colors in front of the shawarma joint.  The small building wasn't as destroyed as the others in New York, so hopefully we'll be able to eat 'cause I'm freaking STARVING.

"Is this it?"  Tony asks as I turn to him to sarcastically remark, "No, Sherlock.  Its Falafel Phil's." (A/N: Okay, I usually don't watch Disney TV shows now but, Kickin' It, anybody?)

"Alright enough of you bickering, you two."  Thor interrupts, "as my belly is growling in need of nourishment from this so-called shawarma."

I smiled as Tony, Bruce, Clint, Natasha, Thor and the chain restrained Loki first enter the shawarma joint.  But I couldn't help but be bothered with Steve's silence.  Before we enter, I stop him, "hey.  Why so quiet?"

He sighs as he faces me, opening the door for me like a gentleman, "not really hungry."

My face drops in surprise, "how could you not be starving after hours of battling?"  He shrugs as he gestures, avoiding my mocking question, "ladies first."

I gave him a small smile as I enter the shawarma joint.  He enters behind me, and I see an old man in aviators, unharmed from any previous destruction. He has this ancient mustache and his silver, grey hair is combed backwards. And this old man is so old that he's probably as old as Steve.

"Welcome to Stan's Shawarma!  I'm Stan Liebar, owner of Stan's Shawarma.  Hence the name..." He surprisingly cheerfully introduced himself, taking his hand out to everyone, everyone shaking his in return.  Even Loki, but he refused to shake it.  When I shook his, he continues, "food's free for everybody.  Especially you guys."

"Thank you, sir," Steve says as he shook his hand, Stan gave him a warm smile.  "No problem, the..."

Then Natasha finishes for Stan gladly, "the Avengers.  Minus him," she points at Loki with a grim smirk.  Loki immediately turned to face her, with daggers pointed and eyebrows knitted together.

But those special two words made everyone exchange large smiles, everyone beaming in pride.  Besides Loki.  I mean, dude, we won.  We won the battle of New York like a few minutes ago! And we celebrate with shawarma!

"Ah, yes!  Alright, Avengers, may my waitress and waiters take your order?"  He offers, and then three workers pop out of their kitched doors, also unharmed.  Dang this building's so secure...

"You may," I reply as he exits, with one last complimentary, warm smile he beamed at us.

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"May I take your order?"  The waitress asks me, as its my turn for FOOD!

I smile so wide while contemplating to either take the steak or lamb... "uh...  May I have the lamb shawarma special?"

She writes my order on her notepad, as I am the second to last person to order my food.  Steve, being the gentleman he is, decided to take his last.  "Your food will be ready in about 10 minutes," she tells me, as I thank her.

Everyone, besides Steve and I, already settled on their seats located besides this huge, rectangular table in the center of the whole place.  Unlike Loki, well, he's forced to stand in the corner of shame.  Alone and probably hungry.

As I make my way to the table, a sudden shot of pain ventured in my lower abdomen.  Which was totally unexpected and uncalled for!  "Not again!"  I quietly hiss, clutching.  I decided to freeze it again.  Nothing.  Its not numbing it!  How?!

Steve ran up to me, grasping at my shoulders.  I was kneeling on the floor, Steve crouching.  And that got everyone's attention, even Loki.  "Amelia... Don't tell me its just a cramp!"  I shut my eyes, the pacing of my breathing quickened as I try to feel less affected from the pain.  Which is twice more unbearable than usual.  Not again...

Bruce piped in, "of course its not a cramp, Cap!  Cramps don't happen in the lower abdomen unless--"

"Shut up, Bruce!"  Natasha interrupts him, not wanting him to continue obviously.  Steve picks me up from kneeling on the floor and lays me sitting upright on the table.  He cups my face, "you lied, you know that? Again..."

"Sorry..." I mutter from the unusually unbearable pain, as I rest my forehead on the crook of his neck.  My eyes were still shut, but I sense he's shaking his head.  "Its alright, its just... this has gotten too far."

~Third Person's POV~

"Check her abdomen, rip out the hoodie," Bruce directly orders Steve, who literally just rip apart her hoodie.  Revealing the tight, and soaking red 'bandage'.    Everyone watches as more madness unfold in shock.

"No... no, no, no..."  Steve says in panic as he stares at the red and poorly wrapped bandage in worry and shock.  But Bruce became much more determined because well, he's like the only medical doctor here.  "Does anyone have safety scissors?!"  He frantically asks the waiters cleaning the joint up.  Until a waitress opened the kitchen doors, immediately handing him scissors.

With the scissors in hand, "step aside, Dr. Banner to the rescue.  Well, not really." Bruce orders Steve, who still has a protective hand behind her back which is feeding her balance.  Amelia's still resting her head on Steve's neck, afraid of what the team will react of her carelessness of not reporting her gunshot wound.

Bruce carefully snips the bad bandage apart, carefully unwrapping it, revealing the swollen and disgusting wound. Then all of the sudden, unknown side affects occur in Amelia. Definitely taking a toll on them. "Its gunshot, almost at direct gunpoint..."  Bruce announces silently, making everyone gasp.

Then they look directly at Natasha, even Loki.

"What?!  No!  It doesn't mean I have the guns, I shot her!"  She exclaims in her defense, making Steve much more furious.  "Then who did, Natasha?!"

Amelia tries standing up, "its not Natasha..."  She mumbles with all her might, her voice almost breaking away.

"No, don't move," Steve firmly commanded as he picks her up bridal style, again.  "That's an order."

Her head rests on his broad chest, cringing from the pain.  "O-okay..." She grasps at his chest as she clutches her lower abdomen wound, uncontrollably freezing and freezing and freezing the wound.  This time way too visibly in front of everyone.

She shivered and quivered against Steve's broad chest, because she felt like she was in Antarctica for the second time in her life. (A/N: Sorry for Project 45 reference.)

"Amelia, then who did it?"  Clint asks softly at his old trainee, making Amelia whimper a little bit in pain.  "Um...  Cer-cer-ve-vetti."

"Cervetti?"  Tony asks in disbelief, because there's no way would her step-family that loves her so dearly ever do that.

Amelia does a faint nod in return.  That made Steve furious.  "That's it...  We need to get back to S.H.I.E.L.D."

Thor exclaims, "but Captain, how about we assess the situation first on how Lady Amelia acclaimed the wound?" 

"I suppose..."

Bruce couldn't help but calculate and contemplate the following turn of sudden events while caressing his imaginary beard, then he got it.  "If she was shot hours ago, er..."

"She returned around roughly when the battle started, Bruce."  Natasha adds for him, making him nod his head.  "Yeah, but how could she have preserved the wound and reduce the chances of blood loss yet still fight eligably with a weak bandage?" Bruce reasons back.

Which made Tony start realize something, "is anybody else feeling deja vu?"  Oh my Lord, she's doing it right in front of you!!

It earned him shakes of head from everyone, even Loki who's watching and listening intently from the corner of shame.  With the exception of Bruce and Steve though, "hold on.  So she just--"

"She just froze it. Like with that cut.  From him!"  Steve finishes for Bruce then points at Loki.  Loki grinned a small, menacing grin as Steve looks down at her, who's frantically trying to freeze the wound.  "Ding-ding!"  Amelia exclaims weakly as she visibly froze another layer of ice over the wound. Although it may reduce blood loss, but it no longer won't numb the pain.

Everyone watches in terrifying astonishment when the blood stops bleeding due to the fact that well, its frozen. And by everyone I mean with Loki. But not the waiters and waitress in the shawarma joint. They're just too busy in the kitchen.

"Well, what are we waiting for?!  Amelia, do you have the strength to teleport us?"  Steve asks her softly, eager to bring the girl back to safety.

"What does it look like, Rogers?"  Tony grumpily asks, impatient once again. He still couldn't face the fact that the Cervetti's would do such a thing...

"So?  You want to use the jacked up quinjet instead?"  Natasha backed Steve up.

"But could we just contact S.H.I.E.L.D again?  As easy as that?"  Clint argues back.

"Then leave Amelia dying while waiting?"  Steve argues back, as Thor took an awkward bite of shawarma that the waitress just handed to him a second ago.  Interesting Midgaurdian cuisine...  He thought to himself whilst chewing. I guess he decided to drown his worry in shawarma.

"How about we just--"  Then everyone started bickering about what to do.  Again.  Besides Thor enjoying his shawarma and Loki awkwardly watching from the sidelines.

Amelia couldn't take it so she just teleported Steve and herself with all her might back to the helicarrier.  She thought that teleporting all eight of them would be too much, considering of her current situation.  So she made a mental note to herself to apologize to them at some point.

As soon as they disappeared, its left the team, and Loki, dumbfounded.  Also saddening Loki that his amusement of the brewing arguments faded away.

"Huh."  Clint remarks as he stares blankly at the fading violet mists left behind the recent teleportation.

"Let's, let's just call another ride... Or probably use mine instead..." Tony proposes, resulting in the rest of the team, and Loki, nod their heads in agreement and mutter 'yeahs' and 'yups'.

"Grilled chicken shawarma for-- oh."  One of the waiters suddenly called out, with two of their orders in his hands.  "Uhh, were there like eight of you guys?" Wonder where that hot chick and buff one went off to... the waiter thought to himself as get even more confused. (A/N: Yes, I can read their thoughts.)

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As soon as Steve and Amelia reappeared outside the helicarrier, Steve immediately bolted and sprinted inside the base, very careful with the fragile girl in his arms.

"Hold on, Amelia." He mumbles to himself as he frantically looks for Fury. Her eyes close and slowly, her consciousness drifts away. But the pain? Nope.

Finding Fury in the bridge of the helicarrier, aka the whole base's control and main room, Nick became angrily surprised. "What the actual fuck happened?!"

"Fury, she needs immediate medical attention..."

"You don't think I see that?!" Nick angrily comments, as he yelled to everyone. "Agent Vale is down! I repeat, Agent Vale is down! Request for paramedics immediately!!"

Steve sighs as he brought the girl closer to his chest as soon as he realizes she became unconscious. "You and I are going to discuss about this later, Captain." Fury tells Steve sternly, but he just nodded in agreement and never left his eyes of her. And eye. If you know what I mean.

In a flash, the paramedics arrive and gently did Steve lay her down on the retractable bed, the paramedics directly supporting her oxygen and doing visual test as they bring her to the infirmary. Steve wanted to come but one of the paramedics reminded him to leave it to them. Steve reluctantly agrees as he watches the paramedics bring Amelia down the hallway.

Nick walks away for a moment to call for more help on his series of monitors. "Director Anne Weaver of the Science and Technology Division. Report for duty to No. 22 immediately. And bring two, I repeat two, of your best people with you and a crew. I don't care about the level of their clearance, just make sure they're good. Details considering of the situation will be debrief now and when you are on your way. I repeat, arrive at No. 22 A.S.A.P."

Fury knew inside of him that when he just saw an alien invasion occur in his eyes, he knew that this won't be any ordinary wound. Steve's right; the world couldn't get any stranger yet it hasn't changed a bit.

~At the S.H.I.E.L.D Academy of Science and Technology~

Director Weaver listened to the message sent by Fury, and immediately in her mind did those chosen two of the best popped in her mind. She also realized she received the rest of the information regarding the battle of New York.

Reaching for her con, she announces her request through the academy, "Agent Simmons and Fitz, report to my office straightaway."

Jemma Simmons and Leo Fitz are currently situated in a laboratory, testing different matters to upgrade their previous technology for their own purposes.

The two are the best and closest of friends and acquaintances you'll ever meet. And so freaking, intelligent, gifted and may I say that they have achieved so much especially in their age. The two are level 5 S.H.I.E.L.D agents working in the Science and Technology division. But it won't matter due to Fury's urgent and sudden request.

Director Weaver is an Alpha agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, therefore she could always get her hands on very highly classified information and is currently aware of the situation of the matter. Specifically the whole Avengers Initiative project and the Chitauri invasion. But the news of a fallen Avenger was too sudden and boy would she try to do anything to help.

Jemma looks up from her microscope as Leo no longer glances at his number of monitors. Facing Jemma's daze, they exchange looks, "wonder what's it now." He wonders his thoughts aloud in that Scottish accent of his.

"Fitz, don't just stand there!" Jemma says in her British accent as she immediately slipped out of her lab coat and removed her safety glasses, "Director Weaver needs our assistance. Again!"

"Oh, right!" Fitz removed his lab coat as well as they zoomed through the lab doors and skimmed through the hallways.  "Wait up!"

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"Here it is, Fitz! I can't believe it's the third time this year! The first five months..." Jemma declares as they arrived to the office. They were almost sprinting the whole way, excitement and adrenaline pumping through their veins.

"I know right. How long has it been since she needed our assistance on assessing and experimentation about molecular thermonuclear electrostatic energy that was just recently discovered?" Fitz ask as he gasps for air, as after all, they ran through a number and series of hallways.

"Three weeks ago," Jemma replies, as they enter the main office in the whole academy.

Entering the familiar room once more, they found Agent Weaver, sitting on the edge of her S.H.I.E.L.D desk. "Ah, Agent Fits and Simmons. Have a seat." They shuffled to their seats, cocking an eyebrow, "we have important matters to discuss." She adds, reeling in their attention.

This got them also confused to the fact that they're in trouble, "erm, Ms. Weaver, uh, are we--?" Fitz starts asking.

She cuts him off by chuckling, "oh no, Agent Fitz. You both are not in trouble but I'm here to recruit you in a level 7 clearance mission."

This got her to earn looks of disbelief from the prodigy scientists, "but Agent Weaver," Simmons starts reasoning, "we are level 5 S.H.I.E.L.D agents. To be able to override a mission with agents unable to have clearance would be by Director Fury himself!"

Weaver had a small smile tugging to her lips, "Fitz and Simmons, Fury requested for the best immediately. But to begin, he's needs the help he can all get. So he's suddenly recruiting everyone present at this certain situation."

This has gotten them even more confused, "what's the situation, may I ask?" Simmons and Fitz asks in unison, as Agent Weaver handed them tablets to debrief them about the alien invasion that just happened a few moments ago. That was recently won by the participants of the Avengers Initiative, a few moments ago.

As FitzSimmons opened the tablet, their eyes widened at the bold letters stating Avengers Initiative. Their curiosity consumes them as a whole, so they started scanning details about that first. "Whoa," Jemma mutters under her breath.

"Oh my god," Fitz says the same, as he read Captain America's, aka Steve Rogers' file, then Iron Man's, Hulk's, Thor's...

"You see, one of them is incompetently wounded. Fury needs everyone that is highly specializing in the science and technology division for the certain, well, Avenger." She starts explaining, but what even reeled their interests was the last member. Amelia Vale herself.

They both gasp, "Amelia Vale!" They declare in unison, again, because they were too familiar with her story. "The first ever human being to--" Fitz starts stating.

"Yes, I am familiar with Project 45, as you are too. But to only some of the information. Look both of you," then they face her from the tablet, their eyes gleaming, "Amelia Vale is injured during the battle of New York. We are unsure how, but so far, her symptoms were most unlikely to regard with a normal gunshot wound. Therefore, immediate investigation has to be performed and further medical analysis as well."

FitzSimmons suddenly felt a pang of pity in their stomack, "oh, poor her..." Jemma silently comments. Then they still continued reading, honestly their attentions drew much nearer to Loki's files. "Director Weaver, so you're explaining that we have to report to..." Fitz starts summarizing, but Weaver finishes for her.

"Report to the Helicarrier No. 22 for the investigation of the wound."

They're eyes widening, "we're meeting the participants of Avengers Initiative?!"

"We're going to be involved in the war for Earth!" Fitz announced excitedly, never calming down.

"Yes, and more information will be discussed on the way to the helicarrier. The ride shall be about an hour or so, but we will get there. As for right now, you are dismissed so you could pack your belongings. Gather all your valuable data regarding to what we might face. Help her as much as we can."

"OH MY GOD, FITZ! THIS IS AN OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFETIME!" Jemma declares excitedly, her heart pounding so hard in her chest.

Weaver then got down to business, "you are dismissed. After preparing your valuable belongings for about a week's worth and data, meet me and a crew at the rooftop where a quinjet awaits us. Celebrate later, Jemma Simmons and Leopold Fitz. Go!" She meant every word with determination.

They nodded their heads approvingly and dashed out of the office without another word with the tablet containing the important information in their hands. On their way to their designated areas.

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~Back at the Helicarrier~

~20 minutes later after Amelia was brought to the emergency infirmary~

"So you're telling me, that Stella or Regina or Declan Cervetti themselves shot her before she arrived in New York?" Fury summarizes steadily for Steve, who is in another infirmary around the helicarrier. A S.H.I.E.L.D nurse is currently stitching and tending for Steve's wounds during battle.

He's no longer in the Captain America outfit, yet a simple and clean, white shirt.

Steve sat on those check up beds, a nurse giving him final touches for that cut on his temple. He nods firmly in reply, "she said Cervetti, but, probably it is one of them."

Fury stared at him hard for a few seconds, the sternness all over his face. Steve stared back with the same amount of firmness as well. But inside, he's desperate to see her. "Very well..." Fury starts explaining, "they're running some tests over the wound. The thing is, Captain, surgery won't be performed--"

Steve's eyebrows rose way up to the ceiling, "what?!"

"Let me finish." Fury then continues, queasiness filling his voice but is undetectable, "surgery won't be immediate until Director Weaver arrives with her special crew. The other scientists assigned in this mission is just briefly assessing her situation until the science and technology division crew arrives. Around 45 minutes from now."

The nurse finally finishes, Steve quietly thanking her as she leaves. "why do we have to delay to wait for them, Fury? Can't you see she seeks the immediate, surgical attention?" He angrily demands for her sake.

Fury's brows knitted together, "Captain, when we saw an alien army invade New York before our very eyes, I doubt that this wound won't get any normal than that. So here's my message; wait." He sternly meant every word, making Steve the furious one.

But he continued, trying to reason his debates, "look, all I am saying is that we suspect this won't be a normal situation we get to witness every other day. Haven't you seen anythings peculiar yet about her?"

Steve instantly transition to the thoughts about that when the wound was exposed openly and visibly for everyone to see, blue and red highlights rapidly appear on her chocolate hair like a light switching from on to off. As well as her hazel eyes instantly turning into various shades of the vivid violet. And finally, her body emitting a faint, yet visible violet glow, her lips turning into the coldest blue, and her skin becoming as pale as ice. It was definitely not a sight Steve enjoyed to witness ever since he's seen her do wonders with her powers. This is different. Very different.

"You noticed..." Steve tells him questioningly. Nick slowly nods in response, looking away, "you definitely don't see that in a gunshot wound."

Steve stands up from the check up bed, crossing his arms. Nick adds as he faces him dead straight in the eye/s, "Rogers, her infirmary is designed like a quarantine. We will try to limit any exposure to her until analysis is performed and we have retrieved the information we need in order to solve this particular situation."

He sighs, "protocol."

"In other words, yes. We are following protocol. This is different. And rare. Very rare."

"Fury, I understand." Then he slowly admits, "I- I just want to see her."

Then the doors of the infirmary flew open, revealing an angry Tony. Its like he's Hulk's replacement. "Where is she?!" He demands.

"The emergency quarantine infirmary." Nick simply replies, but that hasn't changed anything yet.  Tony's expression softened, frowning deeply because of her state.  Soon, Clint, Natasha, Thor, and Bruce enter. Then Nick's mind clicked to another important topic, "is the son of a bitch in our custody?"

Up to this point everyone is tired...  Exhausted and worried dead.

"Yep," Clint replies, until Thor got suddenly confused on what Fury called his little brother, "Pardon?"

"He's just a-- you know what? Nevermind." Bruce discreetly tells him, but then volunteers as tribute. Well, he believed its his duty, "Fury, bring me in."

"Excuse moi?" Tony asks, Natasha's eyes widening. "Dr. Banner should've been a doctor in the first place. Get me involved with the assessment until we can know its safe to have contact and ultimately heal Amelia's 'gunshot' wound." Bruce explains prominently. The apostrophes around the word gunshot was obvious to everyone.

"Of course, we need all the help we can get." Fury agrees with him, making Dr. Banner actually beam. "Good, then I'll be on my way." He replies as he dashes out of the infirmary and into the other one.

Steve follows.  Leaving with the rest not saying another word and in the infirmary.

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Beyond the glass rests the horrid sight.  For everyone to see.

Amelia's state was worsening.  She's been emmiting the violet glow like she's creating aurora borealises inside the quarantine infirmary.  The condition of her features were like the life was suck out of her and her skin is ice cold blue and lips frozen, literally.  Her hair worsened as well, still radiating those scarlet red and icy blue highlights all over her chocolate brown hair.

Her chest rises up and down slowly, as her heart beats slowly, yet steadily.  She's asleep in an unconscious slumber, but its sadly not the peaceful kind of slumber.

They changed her out of those filthy clothes she wore during the battle, leaving her in a plain black tank top and plain black shorts with the S.H.I.E.L.D logo.  Her hair was in tangles, and bags under her eyes looks like they're sucking the life out of her.  Like leeches.

Wires are peirced through her body like she was tunnel, holding those wires as they were the roads.  Monitors are scattered all over her beside, but everyone gets a clear view of her condition crystal clear.

Steve's eyes starts watering as more of the scientists enter the quarantine infirmary in those protective suits for their safety's sake.  Scientific tools accompany them, everything they need to gather the data to solve the situation.  Remember, they are unaware of her anatomy due to her abilities.  They maybe similiar to a normal human being's, but there are differences that they just have to learn more about. 

Bruce had a tablet in his hand, analyzing the gathered data so far.  He's both fascinated and afraid of being able to face such of a problem like this.

He stood in front of the glass, then Tony approached him.  Don't worry, he saw it coming, so he wasn't that startled.  Tony watched as they treat Amelia like she was an experiment.  A lab rat.  It saddened him, saddened and pitied him in his arc reactor.  Sighing, "what's it now?"

Bruce tapped along the tablet, "its like its magic.  A field of science that no one really clearly understands..."  He states slowly.

Tony nodded his head, "hey, Bruce?"

Bruce looked up from his tablet to Tony, no longer solving or tapping away.  "Never thought it would bother you..."

"My terrible previledge can still feel... Feelings."  He reffered to his arc reactor, but no mockery detected in his voice.  

"Hey.  Its bothering all of us.  She did her thing..."  Bruce tries comforting his science buddy, slightly frowning.

"We did our thing.  This is her terrible previledge."  Tony then ran a hand through his hair, "its just--"

"We lack the knowledge about people who are mutated with such abilities."  He slowly admits, not realizing this conversation is drifting him away from finishing his work.

A small moment of silence occured in the air between the two friends.  Steve couldn't take it anymore so he headed to the training arena, the arena where he would train with Amelia.  Sparring to  beating up advanced techonological S.H.I.E.L.D cyborgs, he enjoyed every second with her in the arena.

Tony finally broke the silence, "she looked a lot like her."

This gotten Bruce confused, "sorry... I-I don't..."

"My dad.  The famous Howard Stark himself."  Tony starts explaining as Bruce listened attentively, never thought that this could reel in his attention.  "Dad, this S.S.R agent named Carter, and Colonel Phillips founded S.H.I.E.L.D.  My dad wouldn't really shut up about his role in the second World War, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah, I knew that.  But..."

"Rogers was experimented for Project: Rebirth, a project designed by dad, Agent Peggy Carter, Dr. Erskine, and another S.S.R agent.  The name was Peters.  Agent Carolyn Peters."

"Okay... What does this have to do with Amelia?"  Bruce was skeptical inside, but curious and confused at the same time.

Tony continues explaining, scoffing, "I sneaked into dad's office as a kid, a lot.  He gets mad, but just a scolding.  Anyways, um, he'd never stop talking about those stories.  And his old friends.  One time, I saw this picture in his office when I snuck in once.  It had Rogers, Carter, dad, Barnes and Peters in it.  I still remember Peters' face, and when I see Amelia, she somehow looks exactly like her."

A small smile tugged at Bruce's face as he kept listening, "my dad told stories.  Peters' caught my ears most of the time, especially with her 'adventures' with Rogers and Barnes.  And when Peggy Carter would visit when I was ten, she told stories about the Howling Commandoes and it got me reeled in as well.  I guess that's how my dad and I bonded besides building my engine or soldering brand new circuits, blah blah blah."

"Carolyn Peters... I'll look her up.  And Barnes?"

"Oh.  That's James Barnes, one of the Howling Commandoes.  From what I've heard, he's really close to Steve and Carolyn.  You know what?  You should just look him up too..."

Bruce sighs as he turns back to his tablet, "I will when all of this is over.  Where are the others?"

(A/N:  Carolyn Peters is somehow related to Amelia.  I'm planning on writing a completely different story revolving around the 40s, her, and well, practically explaining the Project 45.)

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Thor faces his brother, right in front of him on the other side of the new, cell glass.  They start a glaring contest, no one really wanting to budge.  Thor's large arms were folded, Loki's hand are behind his back.

Loki lost the glaring game due to him grinning menacingly, his mind kept away from his failure on winning the Earth.  "Now this, this is what I miss, Thor Odinson."  He spoke the words to his 'brother' as it was laced with poison.

Thor grunted, "its over, brother.  We just have one mountain to climb over so everything.  Will.  Be. Done."

He then walks away and wander through his cell.  Chuckling, "ah.  Yes, the girl."

"She's not just a girl.  But a strong woman that assisted us during the rough battle.  Ending your schemes for this realm from your Chitauri army."  Thor narrowed his eyes at his brother, "next, you will face Asgardian justice, Loki."

He faces Thor one last time, with that malicious grin wide on his lips.  "I'm looking forward to it."

"Oh," Thor scoffs as he turns away, "I know you will."

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"Eight years.  Eight years since I've seen my trainee.  Well, actually my evaluating trainee."

Clint and Natasha were making their way to see Amelia being analyzed and examined in her infirmary.

Nat decides to cheer him up, "well, I heard that Fury's wanting to assign her a supervising officer.  She chooses."  But it didn't let a small smile tugs at the marksman face.  She notices, frowning along with him.  "Look, Clint, she'll, she'll be alright."

He scoffs, "I bet she'll choose Cap."

Natasha smiles, "there he is."

"Nat, didn't you see it though?"  They make a turn, a few more hallways 'till they arrive there.

"She's like, violet.  All of it."

"And red and blue."  Clint adds.

"Well look at that.  'Murica's colors."  Natasha jokes, making Clint softly chuckle a little bit.  "Without white though..."

"Hm."

They continued walking in complete yet appropriate silence.  

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HELLO AGAIN, EVERYBODY!

OKAY, HERE'S AN ANNOUNCEMENT; I'M CURRENTLY EDITING EVERYTHING IN THIS BOOK SO WATCH OUT FOR THAT.

AND I APOLOGIZE FOR TOO MANY OF THEM PROJECT 45 REFERENCES.

IF YOU HAVEN'T REALIZED, WHICH I DOUBT YOU DON'T, THIS GIRL NAMED CAROLYN PETERS IS AWFULLY MENTIONED A LOT IN MY BOOK.

WHY?  AND WHO?

WELL, I'M PLANNING TO WRITE THE STORY OF THE WHOLE PROJECT 45.  THING.  LIKE EVERYTHING.  EXPLANATIONS.  CONCLUSIONS.  DETAILS.  CONFLICTS.  EVERYTHING.  AND TONY'S EXPLANATION DOESN'T EVEN COVER AN EIGHT OF THE WHOLE CIRCLE, GUYS.

SHE'S 'RELATED' TO AMELIA. IN A WAY.

NOW TO THE REAL TOPIC.

oKaY!!!  GET READY FOR THE LONG AUTHOR'S NOTE, AGAIN.

HAVE YOU WATCHED AGENTS OF SHIELD?  NO?  WELL, HERE'S A PLOT TWIST.

AS YOU GUYS MAY KNOW FITZSIMMONS ARE IN THE BOOK.  WELL, IMAGINE THAT IN THE SERIES THEY HAVE MET THE AVENGERS SO FORGET ANY OF THEIR MENTIONS OF WANTING TO MEET OR HANG OUT WITH THEM.

HERE'S NOW SOME RECAP:

SKYE KNOWS AND IS FRIENDS WITH AMELIA.  DURING THIS TIME, SKYE HASN'T REALLY JOINED SHIELD YET.  

AMELIA AWFULLY RESSEMBLES CAROLYN TO STEVE.  THAT'S WHY STEVE LOVES HER.  BECAUSE SHE'S LIKE ANOTHER PEGGY AND ANOTHER CAROLYN.  WELL, ALSO OTHER REASONS 'CAUSE HE'S GOT THREE YEARS TO MOVE ON AND HE DID.  AMELIA IS THE OTHER PIECE OF THE PUZZLE THAT COMPLETES HIS CRAZY LIFE.  LIKE HOW CRAZY HE IS OVER HER.

I DID MENTION AMELIA HAS STUDIED IN XAVIER'S SCHOOL FOR GIFTED YOUNGSTERS BEFORE. WHICH IS QUITE IRONIC BECAUSE SHE ISN'T NECESSARILY A MUTANT, DUE TO THE FACT THAT IT WAS GENETICS THAT CREATED HER POWERS. MORE DETAILS WILL BE ANNOUNCED IN THE PROJECT 45 BOOK.  THAT IS, IF I AM PLANNING TO WRITE.

STAN LEE HAS A FREAKING CAMEO, AGAIN.  AND YES, STAN'S FULL NAMES IS STAN MARTIN LIEBAR.

I THINK PROJECT 45 IS WHERE LOTS OF CRAZY THINGS BEGAN.  IN THE LIFE OF AMELIA.  BESIDES WHEN SHE DISCOVERED HER POWERS.

AMELIA'S OBVIOUSLY SICK.  AND IS SEVERLY INJURED AND INFECTED OF AN UNKNOWN REASON.  THAT'S UP TO FITZSIMMONS TO FIGURE IT OUT.

AND BY THE WAY, TONY HAS MET PEGGY.  LIKE, IN MY WORLD, SHE HAS.  BECAUSE HOWARD AND MARIA DIES LIKE SEVEN YEARS LATER, AND PEGGY CONTINUED TO AGE AND MOURN THE LOSS OF HER FRIENDS.  HINT:  SHE'S INCREDIBLY CLOSE TO CAROLYN.

I LOVE JEMMA AND FITZ THAT'S WHY THEY'RE HERE.  THEY'RE WITTY AND TALENTED GENIUSES, AND I THINK THEY'RE ONE OF THE BEST.  BUT NOT PERFECT.

STEVE'S AWESOME.

TONY'S SARCASTIC.

BRUCE'S DORKY.

THOR'S SOMETIMES RETARDED ABOUT EARTH.  (NO HATE, CAUSE I LOVE THOR.  HIS CURIOSITY ENTERTAINS ME.)

NATASHA'S BADASS.

CLINT'S COOL.

AMELIA'S... WELL, LETS SEE.  IMPOSING CAUSE SHE'S LIKE THE DAUGHTER OF HUMAN TORCH AND ELSA GUYS.

NICK'S A MOTHERFUCKER OF A BADASS.

COMMENT,

VOTE,

FOLLOW...?

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THEM 700 READS BECAUSE I REALLY APPRECIATE ALL OF THEM.  THANK YOU.

OH YEAH, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! 08~28~2015

~ACOUSTIC QUIVER