The Return (Amanda Rogers)

Chapter 10

The following morning, Amanda woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee as well as the sound or metal scraping on something. She was till laying on the couch wearing exactly what she was before falling asleep, plus a warm blanket being over her.

"Clint what are you doing?" Amanda asked as she slowly at up and rubbed her eyes.

The man looked up and smirked. "It's about time your up." He laughed, "I'm preparing for a side project. There's some coffee if you want."

Amanda nodded and took a mug, filling it with the dark liquid and mixing in some sugar and milk. She carefully watched Clint sharpen a sword, thinking about asking him what it was for.

Knowing the way Clint handles conflict, this could be many things. He could be thinking about revenge, preparing for a battle, or just picking up a new hobby.

Clint looked up at the girl, feeling her eyes staring into the back of his head. "Want to tell me why your here?" He asked.

Amanda shrugged, sipping her coffee. Her face scrunched up as she tasted how bad she had made the drink. "Not really."

"Well if you want to break into my house and sleep here, you gotta tell me something." He said.

"Whatever I told last night is all I want to say." Amanda said, dumping out the coffee.

Clint sighed, setting down the sword and leaning against the counter. "Your mom called before." He said, watching as Amanda's eyes grew wide. "I didn't say anything about you being here, but she was worried."

Amanda frowned.

"Your dad has been out looking for you everywhere she said." Clint continued, "I know you don't want to, but you have to get home."

The girl looked down at her lap, thinking about her parents. She could only imagine how worried her parents were. The thought of them being worried made her sad.

"I'm not going until you tell me what the sword is for." She said, gesturing to the weapon.

"Too bad." Clint said, "I could call your dad right now and make you sit in an entire car ride home with him complaining to you, or you could pull a Mandy and get out of here in style."

The girl raised an eyebrow, sitting up straighter. "what do you have in mind?" She asked with a smirk.

Clint stood up again and gestured for her to follow. The two made their was to the garage where there was something under a tarp.

"What's that?"

"Your ticket out of here." Clint smirked, taking the tarp off and revealing a motorcycle. "It was your moms, but then she left it here after ULTRON for me to fix."

Amanda smiled, sitting on the seat and getting a feel for the bike. "Wait, I don't even have a license." She said,  "and the last time I drove I flipped the van and got blown up by Rumlow."

Clint groaned, crossing his arms over his chest. "So your telling me you can fly a quinjet but not drive a little motorcycle?" He asked, "it should be in your genes to do this crap!"

The red head groaned as well, waving her arms. "That's not how DNA works, Clint." She complained, "give me the keys, I can figure it out."

Clint didn't know if Amanda could handle learning how to drive a motorcycle and being ready to get on the road within the next hour, but he knew better than to doubt her. Amanda Rogers was an extraordinary person after all.

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Just like Clint had imagined, Amanda was ready to go after an hour of studying the bike, the time being twelve o'clock. She was sat on the seat, her backpack on her back and a helmet in her hands. "I appreciate this by the way, Clint." She said with a smile to the man.

"I've got your back, kid." He replied, "be careful on your way back. If something happens, hit the red button. It will send an instant alert to the compound with the bikes last known location."

Amanda smirked, "you think I'll crash it?" She asked.

"Well, it has only been an hour... and you suck at driving."

The girl scoffed dramatically, pulling the helmet on over her head. "When will I see you again?" She asked, "you know.. with this 'side quest' you've got."

Clint shook his head. "Not for a while."

"Then do me a favor and don't die." Amanda pointed at him, "my parents can't lose anyone else."

"Right back at you."

The two smiled at each other one more time before Amanda reached over and hugged Clint. "I mean it, kid."

"Me too." Amanda said, pulling away and placing her hands on the handlebars. "While I drive away, imagine a dope putto playing."

Clint laughed, not getting a chance to respond as Amanda began to zoom away on the bike. She was way over speed limit for sure. It would be a miracle if she made it home without getting arrested.

-

The wind blew again Amanda's body as she drove down an empty road, the shield on the helmet blocking any dirt from getting in her eyes or mouth. The radio was blasting the pop station, along with the interruptions of new services talking about the blip.

The surrounding area around her was dark as she reached all the was to Ohio. Riding the motorcycle for those nine long hours was torturous, but she had to keep fighting. She had seven house left, and then she would be home safe.

Amanda had urges to stop for the night and sleep in a motel, but she didn't have enough cash for that and no idea where she was. So instead, she had stopped at multiple gas stations for coffee.

Of course, the flying feature on the bike would really help her out, but she didn't quite figure out how to do that. She'd be lying if she said she fully studied the bike.

All she looked at was how to drive and how to brake. Everything else was useless to her in her mind.

As she drove, her eyes began to grow heavy. The urge to fall asleep threatened to take over her mind, causing her to begin to swerve on the empt road.

"Wake up." She whispered to herself.

The red head managed to stay away for another two hours, all of the roads still being surprisingly empty.

But then, her body just shut down. Before she could stop herself, her head began to go down as if she were falling asleep, her hands loosening their grip around the handlebars as well.

Amanda's body tumbled forward into the concrete road, The bike landing on top of her.

Pain surged her body as the heavy vehicle crushed her, the girl immediately pushing it off of her. "Shit!" She yelled frustratedly.

The bike was too damaged to continue driving. The entire controls system was damaged. But, the red button was jammed in which could only mean one thing.

Help was coming.

A/n:
I bet you didn't see a revival of this boom coming hehe

No longer discontinued 🤭