Amy Rogers

Prologue: The Assassin

        I woke with a pounding headache. The last thing I remember was finding him. Struggling to get up, I realized the rest of my body was covered in ice.

        "The girl is awake! I repeat, the girl is a wake!" a voice cried.

        "Wh-where am I?" I asked.

        "Relax, you'll have your answers in time", I heard the voice say before everything went black.

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So this is my first story on here and it is similar to my friend Ellie's. The main character is Amelia Rogers, Steve's daughter. I don't want to spoil too much soooo for now enjoy!

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        I woke up--again--the throbbing behind my eyes worse. Groggily, I sat up and looked around the--hospital room? Why was I in a hospital?

        "Poor girl. Lost like that and only twelve", I heard a nurse whisper. "If she hadn't found the ice, she'd be well into her seventies by now."

        Seventies? The only way for that to be possible would be--oh no.

        "Nurse? Would you mind telling me the date?". My voice came out quiet and hoarse.

        "It's the sixth of May, the year 2006. Oh my, dear, are you alright?" she asked as I started to sway. Sixty years into the future. I finally took in all of the strange gadgets around the room. These were nothing like the machines in the 1950s. I looked out of the window and the buildings seemed to scrape the sky. Closing my eyes, I gathered the strength to stand and struggled under the layers of blankets.

        Frustration built up inside of me, and like a tidal wave it rushed through. Instead of throwing the constricting sheets off, I threw the bed halfway across the room. Oops.

        "Sorry ma'am, I uh...sorry..", I muttered to the nurse I had almost crushed.

        "Not to worry dear", she assured me, face still white and eyes still wide open. "They'll be sending someone to help you control that. I would say take a seat on the bed, but seeing its current state, I think you're fine standing."

        I nodded, an embarrassed flush rushing to my cheeks. The doors opened again and a woman dressed in black with red hair barged in.

        "Where is she?" the stranger asked. She finally noticed me standing defiantly next to one of the cowering nurses. "Come with me now. There are people who have broken into the building this very minute and are coming for you."

        "But who are you?" I growled. Whether she was friend or foe, I couldn't stop my anger--that had been locked away for sixty years--from making my blood boil.

        "Agent Romanoff of S.H.I.E.L.D. You are in grave danger and need to get out now!"

Shaking my head, I walked out of the doors towards the sounds of fighting. I was angry and had to take it out somehow. Why not on the people trying to steal me away and take advantage of the burden that others call my powers?

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        I ran to the advancing soldiers. They had guns, but I wasn't worried. I was in my rage mode. Nothing could touch me.

        "Amelia! Get back here now!" came the agent's cries. She was running full sprint behind me. I couldn't match the strides of an adult, but I could still run fast. The rage was about to explode and I had to reach the enemy before it did.

        Skidding in front of the soldiers, I let out a war cry and shoved three of them through the wall. Five more met their match by being thrown out of the window.

        Agent Romanoff fired off a couple of shots and more went down. I tore through the group, my rage flowing through my veins. I snapped necks with a flick of my wrist, broke ribs with a mere jab, destroyed knees and shins with just a kick. Nobody should have this kind of power, and yet I ended up with it.

        With all of the soldiers either incapacitated or dead, the agent grabbed my wrist and dragged me to a broken window. She jumped and I was pulled down with her, screaming. Did I mention I have a fear of heights? And spiders...and closed spaces...and ice. Come on, the ice one makes sense. I was trapped in it for sixty years! It's not ice cubes, but more like full on glaciers.

We landed softly on a giant cushion. I instinctively huddled against the agent as the strange and gigantic ship gained altitude. She tried to push me away, but couldn't break my white-knuckled grip.

        "Take it easy, kid. Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D., I'm Natasha. Your training starts now", Romanoff murmured as a group of soldiers came to help us out. Call me crazy, but I swear I saw something soften in her cold, calculating eyes.

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(6 years later)

        "Look out!" I yelled to Nat as I sprinted through the training grounds. Launching myself off of a trampoline, I did a flip and landed next to her. In the past six years, Agent Romanoff had trained me and become some sort of surrogate mother. And even though she isn't blood related, I dare you to find someone more over-protective.

        "Careful, you could break your neck", Nat muttered as I did another flip. Rolling my eyes, I ran ahead, eager to finish my final assessment. If I passed, I could become a full-fledged S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. I had already completed my education at SyTech, the brainiac academy of the agency. The other was more for training field agents, the people who did most of the fighting. Since I got enough physical training in with Nat, she sent me to the brain school, especially after she discovered my knack for mechanical engineering.