"Here," Nick handed me my very own S.H.I.E.L.D badge and I.D.,that included all the necessary information of what an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D has, "the assessment has brought you all this way." Ha, assessment, although the incident after that affected me more, than usual. That specific hug was unforgettable, I would say.

"Your abilities have brought you this far, has made you into an Avenger, and now, this."

Currently, I stand in the pedestal of the control room, the room where all of the agents gathered to work in their stations, doing their duties. Its been two days since the assessment, and during those two days, it kept me pondering on whether should I or should I not be an Avenger, but as well as an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Also during those two days, I felt closer to the Avengers, with higher hopes of them trusting me, as I trust them. Personally, Steve is the one that ultimately helped me feel welcome, and I gotta admit, I have feelings towards him that I still cannot distinguish. Would have I never anticipated of this 'voluntary mission' to turn in a completely different path. Not that I am saying that the path is either the wrong, or right one.

I smiled proudly, straightened my back, raised my chin, and placed my arms on my sides. "Thank you, Director Nick Fury." He nodded, making me beam with more pride. Never would have I thought that this 'retreat' could just heal me from my mother's passing, but make me as an Avenger as well. Not alone with becoming a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. I don't care if its temporary, I just can't believe I've come all this way.

"You do realize that you can still call me Nick, right?" Nick joked, but I just laughed. Again, I really don't care. "Alright, Nick."

"Amelia, you have come this far, finally being an agent, plus becoming part of the Avengers Initiative. Last question I have to ask though," he requested, then puts on his stern, serious face, "are you completely definite that you want this?"

The answer is simple: "are you kidding? I may have not expected things to go this way, but," I look at him straight in the eye, his only eye, "I want this."

"Very well," then he took out his hand, "Agent Amelia Vale, welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D, and the Avengers Initiative."

I shook his hand firmly. I finally became something that I have never realized.

Then everyone, they start a hand of applause, because today a legacy became an agent.

Wait, rewind, what did I do throughout those two days?

The next day after the assessment, or test. Two days before Amelia Vale became an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Snoozing happily and peacefully on my wide bed, my face muzzled against the soft pillow, never would I realize its going to be a new morning after my first day at the base, and approximately fifteen hours since that assessment. And the, heh heh, um memorable hug.

But, soon afterwards the eight hours of sleep that I am currently enjoying and resting from the 'test fights' and assisting Dr. Banner with finding that damn Tesseract, its time for all of it to be interrupted. Or it shall be taken away from me, all because of an unexpected, a close contact in my phone calling, at around 2:00 a.m.

Yeah, I sound really chill while I am describing the incoming call, but, I was pretty pissed. Really pissed.

It jolted me awake with that god damn ringtone, and all because of that ringtone, I realized I completely forgot about something that I had to do last night.

I have completely forgotten to call my very dearest friend slash sister, Abbey freaking Myers. Exactly before I go to sleep, I should've called her last night.

"AMELIA ELNORA VALE, WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING CALL ME LAST NIGHT?!" Her voice boomed through my phone, piercing my resting ears. I swear to God, Steve and Bruce would've fucking heard that next door!! Or Natasha across the freaking hall!

"Abbey?! Not to be rude, but its FREAKING TWO A.M.!! WHAT THE HELL?! Thanks to you, I can't go back to sleep anymore!" I started exclaiming, or loud whispering as my voice croaked. I need coffee, which is strange, because I rarely drink coffee. So, no more eight hours of sleep, but five freaking hours of sleep. Yay.

"Amelia, I was worried sick! You also promised to call me that night," Abbey reasoned, and that hit me pretty hard. I don't break promises.

So, I just sighed, and I now have to answer in defeat, "So sorry Abbey, but yesterday, things that I expected turned to another path."

"Ha ha ha, Amelia, I forgive easily, unless you tell me everything yesterday." Oh great, now I really want that coffee. "C'mon, I mean what happened that made you forget to call me yesterday?"

"Ha ha, not a chance."

"AMELIA VALE I WON'T FORGIVE YOU!" Abbey reasoned, I mean like hey, I fought like 21 robots and became an Avenger. Also falling for him, but I have no plan of telling her that. I mean she'll be like 'ha! I told you so that you'll be love struck in that mission!'

"Ugh! Fine, Nick showed me a tour of the helicarrier, or the base, and I have met the Avengers. Just that, really boring." Not really boring, but oh well. I can tell she's smiling on the other side of the phone, smirking because she knew that its not enough.

"Amelia Vale, I believe you're missing something-"

"Oh god, Abbey! Okay, Nick did insist me to try out for the Avengers Initiative, and I did-" This conversation is ought to get good. I did tell Abbey about Avengers Initiative, because around her, I don't get trust issues.

"TRY OUT?! How was it?" Yeah, its getting better.

"Well, Nick showed me and Steve a training arena only for the Avengers and try outs, and then I realized I have to try out, So Steve, Nick, Agent Romanoff, and Dr. Banner watched me fight to about eh, 21 cyborg targets. I was exhausted, but it turned out to be real good, so I made it." There's this long pause. She starts laughing, actually giggling. "Abbey? Where did you-"

"Who on earth is Steve?" God dammit! I should've just said Captain Rogers!

"Uh," I chuckle nervously, "he's the captain of the Avengers, he's like the person that'll throw orders at us, well not really throw orders-"

"Amelia, you chuckled nervously and probably this Captain Steve what ever his last name is, is something that, oh I don't know, is he cute?" You're damn right he is.

"Ha ha, kinda, but you're not worried about me fighting cyborgs? Really?"

"Can you explain 'kinda'?" Ugh.

"How about this, remember, I think history in I think seventh grade?" I hope I am correct though.

"Wait doesn't Captain Steve sound familiar, oh wait, oh! Captain America! Like Captain Steve Rogers! Wait, he's alive?!" Abbey started freaking out, considering he's like one of our lessons during the World War II unit. Surprisingly, I enjoyed that, I mean HYDRA and those God damn Nazis should really burn in hell, JUST SAYING.

"He's revived actually, but practically yeah, he's alive." I said pretty chill, but I definitely do not want to explain on how she freaked out about, well, that.

Yeah, practically that whole morning, up until 5:00, I explained to Abbey about the assessment and the assisting of Dr. Banner in helping find traces of the Tesseract, but avoided the topic to be changed about him more often. I also told her about the Tesseract and Loki, I don't honestly give a crap if this is top secret or not. I may not know anything about gamma radiation, but I did help Dr. Banner with all the toys in his laboratory.

After that, I did come down to the part of the base of where you grab coffee, and I gotta admit, they make pretty good coffee. I savored the coffee while I converse with my best friend on the phone, who turns out to be still giddy early morning. Turns out, one if her colleagues asked her to join her in a drink, and well, that night was definitely interesting as she would describe to me. Anyways, after I drank coffee and bid Abbey farewell on the phone, I forgot about the fact that Nick registered me so I could full access to the training arena, since I became an Avenger. Seriously, that's awesome.

I decided to break my record of twenty-one, over and over again. I needed after all something to challenge myself, even though if it's just my second day here. Also, why not break a punching bag? Since I was 15, breaking a punching bag has always been in my bucket list, even though I knew that punching bags in S.H.I.E.L.D, would more challenging than the ones in an ordinary gym. That was random, but it wasn't harmful to mention it.

Heading back to my room, the hallway is long, but my room is sorta huge. Next door of my room to my left is Steve's, while the one on my right is Bruce's. Across the hall is Natasha's, and obviously all of them are still asleep. There are a lot of spare rooms in this hallway, probably for the rest of the Avengers that hasn't arrived.

I opened the door, with the empty coffee mug in my hand. The room is ultimately huge, considering a large bed in the center, a desk with my computer and obviously a chair accompanying the desk. Next to my bed is a nightstand, where two power outlets are located to the wall, and a lamp and my charger for my phone is placed. Close to the desk is the bathroom, and thankfully they provide towels and all the shenanigans. As I entered, I switched the lights on, then approaching the closet with a pair of sliding mirror doors. There lays my luggage, and most of my clothing hanged. I brought work out clothes just in case that I needed to train, such as for this reason. Before all of this happening, I always or somehow wake up in the morning and head to train in my local dojo or gym. Sometimes I enjoy it, sometimes I do not.

I popped on my sports bra, a tank top, and a pair of really comfortable shorts. I brought along with me my thin bands to cover my hands and wrists while I punch the punching bag. I wore flip flips on the way to the arena, because I just plan to fight bare foot, again. And lastly, my phone just in case someone tries to contact me or I loose track of time.

On my way out the door to the arena, I fixed my hair up into a french braid, because french braids don't get loose unlike ponytails in my opinion.

I arrived in front of a pair of metal doors and scanned my palm and eyeball. "Amelia Vale. Level 8 clearance." The scanner announced, revealing a picture of mine on its screen. Then the doors flew open, revealing the training arena. I then walked towards the area of where the training cyborgs will appear.

"Amelia Vale, 5." I said to the scanner, allowing me to request five cyborgs for this early workout.

Basically at that morning I kept training, eliminating as many cyborgs I can. Eventually, I was able to reach 52 cyborgs, training time was about an hour.  It was obviously exhausting, but like Fury said, there's gonna be more when war comes. Also, I never took out the ring out of the finger, as I remembered that I had to wear it right on that exact finger, not really remembering what the reason why. It did increase my powers and of course teleport, like last time. I rely on my powers so little during this training as well. Which is good, I guess.

The next area I plan to head towards to was the punching bags, sparing mats, and the boxing ring. Never thought S.H.I.E.L.D. would have a boxing ring. After wrapping the thin band on both of my hands, I headed towards a punching bag. I threw a couple of punches, until the metal doors flew open. But I didn't stop there.

"Keep your wrists straight," I recognized the man's voice as soon as he reminded me. Steve Rogers.

I threw one last powerful punch and finally did a back roundhouse kick, which swayed the bag. Wiping sweat from my forehead, I turned around and the moment I turned around my breath was taken away. Holy cow, that body though.

Steve, standing right before me, is wearing a really tight, white shirt and dark sweatpants. He started wrapping his hands with a thin band, I assume he's using the punching bags. He smiled, facing me.

I looked away, turning as red as a tomato. "Yeah, I tend to not keep them straight." I smiled back, he started walking towards me. I crossed my arms.

"You know there's another one right over there," I suggested, pointing to another punching bag like a few feet from the one I am currently using.

"Let me see you punch first." I let my arms my arms go to my sides, giving my look that asks practically, uh why?

"Excuse me?" Just for your information, I fail at an a hundred percent rate if people watch me, so I suggest you don't do that.

"C'mon, just throw a couple of punches, lemme see on how you do it." I raised my eyebrows, but I ultimately just sighed and faced the bag. He stood next to me as I started by positioning my stance. "Okay," I replied.

As I was starting to throw punches at the bag, I can tell from the corner of my eye that he's amused, because he kept smiling. See? I'm already failing at this, even though if I have some experience.

He stopped me by resting his hand on my right wrist. Butterflies somehow flew in my stomach, but I kept ears open for what he's about to say.

"Alright first," he started stating as he applied pressure on my shoulders, "just relax these guys, then keep those," I faced him as he was about to straighten my wrists, "keep them straight." Steve looked down at me, smiling. I smiled back, facing and staring at his eyes. "Thanks, cap."

"No problem. Now, try again." I relaxed my shoulders, kept my wrists straight, and threw powerful punches. "Keep going at it. Its better this time." See that? Keep going!

He decided to head on over to the punching bag close to me, and threw obviously powerful punches. I hear him grunt and gasp for air, like he's angry or something. Waiting for a few more minutes, I decided to stop and watch on how he does it from a few feet away.

~Steve's POV~

I threw powerful punches against the bag, with a little hope that Amelia could watch from afar. Yeah, yeah, yeah, show off. She still looks even beautiful in these types of clothing, I think I couldn't stop turning red from scanning all those curves in the right places. Honestly, it sounds wrong or worthless if you just want a girl for her looks or body, not her trust or her honesty or concern for you. I think those types of men don't deserve a girl, especially Amelia. We gained each others trust, hopefully, over the few hours we spent in the same building, or helicarrier.

From the corner of my eye, I spot her stop and head over here. She watched from a few feet away, eyeing my stance and my punching.

"Are you used to this? Like, who taught you how to fight?" I started asking, hoping to spark up a conversation.

"From my mom, she used to be an agent, too." She replied reluctantly, probably doesn't want me to know about her mother's passing. I knew, Amelia.

I stopped and faced her with beads of sweat forming on my hairline. I let my palm lean against the bag. "Amelia, I knew about it," then she looked up, shocked, "I'm sorry about that."

"Please, there's no need to apologise, it not your fault. Or anybody's, really." She smiled, hiding her grief. I can tell her eyes about to get watery. "Could we avoid my mom's, you know, topic?"

"Sure, whatever you wanna talk about?" I smiled, thankfully she smiled back. The last time I felt really happy with this kind of company was, well.

"How about you? Like, oh I don't know, how does it feel like to be alive again?" Amelia asks with full curiosity, which I think is enjoyable.

"Well," I turned back to the punching bag to keep punching it, "it's intimidating and fascinating so far."

"So you're afraid of modern technology? Just so you know, you'll get used to it eventually. Probably you'll eventually even own an iPhone." As she reminded me that, she went over to her 'iPhone' I assume, and brought it up to me. I looked up, even though with its simple design, I just don't know. "Don't worry, it's honestly simple to use." I chuckled, because she's probably wrong.

"I doubt it," I keep throwing the powerful punches. I looked over and see her turning her phone on with a button on the top side of the phone. "Captain, you see-"

"How about, just call me Steve?" I stopped for a while and looked at her, smiling. She smiled back, "alrighty then, Steve, how about a picture?"

I stopped and gave her my look that says 'what' basically.

"Picture?"

~Amelia's POV~

His confused looks are completely adorable, but I just simply laughed. "Here, just look straight at this black lens, and smile. It's simple!"

His eyebrows were raised, "okay?"

So he smiled, showing his perfect row of teeth, facing the black lens and I took the picture. I took steps backward, as his hand held the punching bag still. After taking the picture, he walked over to where I am standing and bent his head down to look at the screen, "color? Oh wait, twenty-first century." He laughed, "so you just touch the screen, to use this, uh phone?"

Just for your information, I'm sending this picture to Abbey. "Yeah."

"Thats, nice," he commented, laughing his adorable laugh. I smiled back, but I then realized or faces are just a few inches away.

Wait!

~Steve's POV~

Realising that our faces are mere inches away, I could help but lean in, real slowly. So slow, it's slower than the speed of the frail me walking. I hope she's leaning in too.

~Amelia's POV~

Oh hell no, this shouldn't or isn't happening. Wait, why am I refusing?! This is my chance! Wait! No, he's still healing about, all of this, not right now! I have to wait for the right one moment!

I immediately shifted my head backwards, "Why the name Captain America?" I chuckled nervously but kept smiling towards him.

"I guess it's like," he bowed down his head, but I have no idea if he wanted it or not, "Rosie the Riveter?" My eyes softened for him, but he just awkwardly smiled and scratched the back of his head. What just happened? "Now that you're an Avenger, how about yours?"

I sighed in relief then smiled, "I don't really know yet." I pretended to check my phone, "oh, I gotta go, sorry Steve." I turned away, but he grasped on my wrist.

"There's no need to apologize," he lets go, but I just smiled. I turned away, heading out the metal doors, but I stopped, and turned around. Steve just stood there, beaming, making my heart beat faster. I did a tiny salute, he saluted back. Maybe some other time, Steve Rogers.

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HELLO, EVERYONE! THIS CHAPTER TOOK A LOT OF TIME TO BE ASSEMBLED DUE TO THE PICTURES AND STUFF, BUT IT WAS MAINLY THE DEVICES THAT I USE FOR THESE WAS TAKEN AWAY. LOL, BUT HEY, I STILL HAVE THIS KINDLE, THAT MAYBE ANNOYING WHEN I TYPE, I SWEAR TO GOD, I FEEL SLOW. PROBABLY SLOWER THAN A FRAIL STEVE WALKING. IT WAS A PAIN IN THE ASS.

BUT ANYWAYS, HOW'D YOU THINK?? YEAH, MORE BONDING TIME!! NOW STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER, WHICH WILL MOSTLY TAKE PLACE IN STUTTGART, GERMANY.

THE TIME PERIOD IS PRESENT DAY, MOSTLY IN THE EVENING, SINCE MOST OF THIS CHAPTER TOOK PLACE TWO DAYS BEFORE AMELIA WAS ACCEPTED INTO S.H.I.E.L.D. NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE IN MORE DEPTH OF AMELIA'S ASSIGNMENT AND HER ACCEPTANCE INTO THE ORGANISATION.

THERE ARE TWO CHAPTERS THAT WILL TELL THE STORY OF THE NIGHT, BUT HERES ONE CLUE FOR AMELIA: SHE'LL DRESS REALLY FANCY FOR THIS ASSIGNMENT, SO STAY TUNED FOR THAT AND BYE!

-ACOUSTIC QUIVER

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