The Return (Amanda Rogers)

Chapter 1

Amanda had been in wakanda for quite some time. It's been nearly two years since she's seen any of the avengers, two years since she's been to school, and two years since she's been able to live her life normally. The trauma she's facing shouldn't be happening to her, nothing in her life was working out.

T'Challa had allowed Amanda to go to daily therapy sessions, along with schooling lessons to finish out her high school years. Turns out Amanda is an excellent student and actually graduated the schooling system early.

Unfortunately for Amanda, her father couldn't stay in wakanda with her for the entire two year time period. He knew that the government would find him in some way, then try to take him, Bucky and even Amanda into prison.

With her mental health rapidly declining, Amanda began to feel like she was using her illusions on herself. It was a weird feeling, one she hated to experience.

"Miss Rogers, you have a call." T'Challa said as he knocked on the girls door to grab her attention, then pointed to the phone on the desk.

Amanda furrowed her eyebrows and looked over at the cellphone, seeing a new name pop up.

"Clint?" She asked as she answered.

"Wow, the famous Amanda Rogers found time to talk to me finally." Clint laughed.

Clint had been trying to get in touch with Amanda after finding out what happened, knowing that she couldn't be in a good mental state.

Amanda sighed. "Yeah, famous for the wrong reasons." She said, "I'm on headlines everywhere for being a criminal."

Clint sighed as well. "Relax kid, that's just the news reporters trying to make more money." He said. "You did what you thought was right, that takes a lot of guts."

"Yeah, literally." She joked, although she sounded bored.

"How's it going in Wakanda?" He asked. "I see your moms trying to find her sister and your dads been hopping around the country with Sam trying to keep out of sight."

Amanda nodded. "I'm losing my mind here." She said. "I don't know anyone here besides T'Challa and my therapist."

Clint frowned. He wished he could help her, but he was finally able to have some time with his family again. "Just try to talk to people, your a good kid Amanda. The worst that could happen is that their just not your type of people."

"The only person who's my type of people is-"

"-Parker, I know." Clint cut her off. "Just try ok? For me?"

Amanda nodded. "You know it's not that easy. You can't stand new people so why should I try?"

"Because I'm not a good role model." He said. "Call me if you need anything, ok?"

"Yeah, yeah." She said, "bye Clint."

"By-"

Amanda hung up the phone right after she said bye, cutting off Clint's words to her.

She was thankful to have him in her life, knowing that he would be there for her most of the time, usually when her own father couldn't be there for her.

But Amanda thought about getting out and meeting other people, then immediately voted against it.

"Miss Rogers, during your chat with Clint, The White wolf has been released from his hydra brainwashing." T'Challa said, making Amanda jump. "Sorry, he requested that I tell you so you knew you weren't completely alone."

Amanda nodded, relieved that Bucky would finally be able to see her and they could both talk. She knew that Bucky wasn't as social as she was told he used to be, so at least he would know who she was.

Today must've been a busy day in Wakanda, the view of Wakandan troops outside doing some training, along with the Dora Milaje doing their own training.

Amanda sat on her bed and stared out the big window beside it, watching the different activities going on. As much as she hated the trauma it's caused, the girl missed the hero life.

"It's cool right?" A voice said, scaring Amanda half to death.

When she looked over to where it came from, she spotted Bucky in the doorway. His hair was tied back into a little bun, meanwhile his arms were crossed and he was against the doorframe.

A smile crept onto Amanda's face, happy to see a familiar face for the first time in a few weeks. "Hey uncle B." She said.

Bucky came into the room and shut the door behind him, sitting down on the open spot of the bed. "I heard you've been having a hard time." He said.

Amanda nodded, looking down at her hands. "Word must get around fast here." She said. "But who wouldn't have a hard time after going through what I did. I was almost killed for gods sake."

Bucky nodded, although he kept his eyes out the window. "But you did the right thing. It was stupid of you to do it, but it was the only thing you could do to help." He said, "I don't want you to have any trauma. Trust me, it's terrible."

"When my parents were last here, I was so shakey and nervous that I didn't even get to properly say goodbye." She said. "My dad is probably mad."

Bucky shook his head, looking at the red headed girl sadly. "He's not mad, I promise you." He said. "Your dad is one of the most understanding people I know."

"Yeah, well let's hope."