Amelia Carney has a hallucinating-manipulative power ever since she was 17 (Materializing objects). Amelia tends to find a very specific thrill in life that leads her to ending up on the S.H.E.I.L.D Radar. She also has never taken a single acting cl...
Amelia's P.O.V. "GAW!" I yelled as I waved my burnt finger around attempting to stop it from hurting. "How could you burn me pan?! That's not very cash money of you." I glared down at the hot pan and sighed turning off the stove. I recently have been trying to cook, all I ever did, food wise was just materialize some food in my hand or get takeout and pay so I'll feel somewhat normal. I opened my phone and clicked on google typing in it's search bar "how to not burn hand on pot handle" and clicked enter.
Apparently there's supposed to be a little rubber thing for me to grab on my pan so I don't burn my hand.
I took my eyes off my phone and eyed my pan. There was no rubber thing on my pot.. I think to myself—mentally cursing as I looked back at my phone seeing a male with an eye patch looking directly at me.
I'd shriek as I drop my phone on the kitchen floor and quickly backed away from it. "Ms. Carney? Are you there?" A low male voice spoke from my phone.
"How do you know my name?" I'd ask as i'd slowly reach for my phone daring to pick it up.
"My name is Director Nick Fury. Pick up your phone." He spoke again.
I'd look at my phone for a few moments before I picked it up and flipped it back around glaring at the screen. "Nick Fury..?" I'd mumble confused.
"Hello.." I'd lightly say as I face the camera to my celling only showing my eyes. The male on the screen was an older African-American male who had an eye patch over his left eye. "
"Open the door" he'd firmly say as the video cut out and back to google.
I was left staring at my phone dumbfounded when I suddenly heard a knock at my door.
"Not home!"
The knock at my door became more firm and louder—I walked slowly up to my door and looked through the peep hole.
Nothing.
There was nothing there, just the hallways outside my apartment. Suddenly another knock was boomed at my door causing me to jump back a tad bit. I took a deep breath and put my hand behind my back forming a dagger. I would open my door slowly revealing someone I though I'd not see for a while.
"Natasha..?"
"Miss me?" Natasha said as she smiled.
"NAT!!" I'd yell in excitement as i'd drop the dagger turning it to ash and going to hug my best friend.
"Hey Amelia! Oh my god you look so different!" She said hugging me back.
After a couple moments I backed away from the hug "I don't know what's up but some pirate looking dude hacked my phone and told me to answer my door! And then I just got so scared and then I saw nothing through the glass, I was so worried!! Now I'm here seeing my best friend, and now I'm also rambling..." I'd say slightly mumbling.
Natasha would just lightly laugh "Still haven't changed your bubbly and confused personality, huh?" Natasha smirks.
I'd go slightly red and smile as I trailed off looking at what she was wearing. "Wow nice outfit Nat. what's with the utility belt?" I'd ask jokingly pointing at the belt—wrapped around her waist.
"Just a weapon holster—this suit super expandable and very expensive by the way." She winks followed by a laugh.
I'd laugh as well and look up at her.
"Gosh.. it feels like forever.. can you tell me what's up with The Flying Dutch man and his very intimidating stare..?" I asked and she laughed.
"That's just Fury" She smiled running a hand through her shoulder length hair.
"What's he need from me?" I asked shocked.
Why is THE Nick Fury—my best friend's boss, calling me?!
"I need your help Amelia, can you come with me?" "I mean sure but where are we going? Cause I'm not even dressed.." I awkwardly laugh gesturing to my clothes.
"We need you at S.H.E.I.L.D., we need you to help up track down something that someone stole from us."
I'd stare at her blankly "Someone stole something from S.H.E.I.L.D...? Here I thought my deadbolt was a safe security lock..." I lightly laughed and I stared up at Natasha who was looking at me waiting for a response.
"What'd they take?"
"The Tesseract, a device that could very well result in planet extinction".
"Oh dear, I guess I should be getting dressed, here come in."
I gesture into my apartment and she holds her hands up in defense. "I'll wait out here, don't take too long" she smiled as she moved to the side of my door leaning against the hallway's cold wall.
I closed my door and hurried to my room getting dressed. What should I even wear? I mean this is S.H.E.I.L.D. We're talking about. I looked through my closet worried I wouldn't be taken seriously if I wore my Rick and Morty shirt.
I didn't want to wear a dress because I hated dresses and it was much too formal.
I swiped past a lot of clothes until I found the outfit. Something that'll make me look mature but not trying too hard. "Perfecto!"
Outfit ⬇️
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This was my first genuine chapter of this story and I hope you like it! <3
