Getting Myself into the Battle of New York ~Avengers~

17; CONFRONTATIONS

"...fall pretty damn hard. If I don't know what made me fall in this bottomless pit, I will find what it is. Anyways, Steve Rogers changes my harmless intentions to myself over this mission, and because of last night, he has no idea of how about something that he just said can stay in my mind. There are more things that he has done or said, but I say that was unforgettable."

The recording in my phone was simply entitled Feelings, as I was somehow impressed that this was like one of the first few attempts that I have ever been descriptive about my, well, feelings. That was the third time I've been listening to every word I have said about him, and I don't regret saying all of it. Actually, now I kinda do because I just realized all that cheesiness that was smothered on every single word. Or not.

I stare blankly at the ceiling of my room, laying on my unmade bed. My arms are out stretched on the unmade bed, and my legs sticking together. Honestly, I don't want to help Tony with his decryption programmer, watch every attempted interrogation to Loki's schemes, practically I don't want to open up. What I want is isolation from everyone on the other side of my door.

Earbuds are kept inserted into my ears as the recording finally ends for the third time. Still couldn't get over the fact that Maggie first heard about this. I was expecting Abbey, even Fury. There are other facts that I cannot face, but I remind myself to never forget this fact: I'm an Avenger, and I am going to avenge my mother's death. And sure, why not avenge Jeremy Cervetti's death too. Same goes to anyone who suffered Loki's madness so far, Earth and Asgard.

Since I really couldn't do anything, so I decided to fix my waves, my hair basically. Raising myself from the comfortable bed, I make my way towards my bathroom. As I switch the light on inside my bathroom, I stare to the mirror and notice frost appearing on the sides of the glass. What the hell? What am I, the snow queen or something? I grunt, immediately evaporating the frozen moisture out of my mirror.

Disassembling my ponytail off my hair, I part the hair far off to the left, brushing the soft and delicate waves with my brush. I hum, some.

My hair styling in front of my mirror was interrupted as someone knocked on my door. Well, just in time as I finished the note on 'mine'. "Amelia?" I recognize a female's voice, but unsure which female it is.

"I'll be there!" I cry out from my bathroom as I set down the brush and then took another glance in the mirror. Okay, that's good. Shutting the lights off and the bathroom door, I hurriedly approach the door and open it, well duh. But I didn't really expect it to be Maria. Agent Maria Hill.

Maria has a stern look on her face, and I recognize right away for it screaming that I am in trouble. And I just know the reason why. "Fury needs to talk to you." How, wonderful.

I nod my head, my heart beating faster due to the fact that well, I read her mind and trouble. "Alright," okay, keep your cool, "what does he want to--"

"I'll escort you to his office," she cuts me off slightly harshly, "and he'll tell you himself." Oh wow, it doesn't mean that I contact the Rising Tide its like 'ah! Betrayal!' I gulp, "O-okay." I hate getting myself into, this. Literally, I'm like those typical people that begs for destiny that I won't get, you know. Even though I don't believe in such concepts.

Maria gave me way so I could step out of my room, and lock the door. She starts walking away, motioning me to follow her to Fury's office. The other agents we passed kept eyeing us, like stop and stare, I guess from Maria's face. Her face was stern and straight while I kept a calm face. I can hear the clanging of our boots because first, it was so silent when the agents we passed were stunned at the stern Maria and second, well basically the metal floors.