One Sketch At A Time

Chapter 13: Melinda, Coulson, & Amelia

I want to thank everyone who has followed this story so far. I would like to mention that Agent Phoebe Crise is a non-canon character like Amelia Tanz, Celyn Nikita, and Jason Sharpwood. The Russian will be translated in bold and parenthesis or by a characters (again).
-nightsisterkaris

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(Amelia)

Amelia looked up at the face that she had slapped, and permanently marked. Sharpwood stood triumphantly grinning over her and May. Some of those hoodie guards surrounded Amelia and May, staring menacingly down at them.

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(Melinda)

   May glanced up at the people surrounding her. The hoodie guards created a blockade around them, trapping them. She watched Amelia draw her gun and dagger. "You won't touch her. I won't let you. She is the closest thing I have to a good example and a real friend." Amelia said to, Sharpwood? How did he- That's what Amelia thinks of me? An example? May wondered, staring at the girl who stood bravely in between her and Sharpwood. Then a tall woman stepped from behind Sharpwood. Celyn? How did they get away? May looked at them, rubbing the make-shift bandages on her leg, trying to dull the pain.

    "Amelia Tanz. A child is protecting a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. How interesting. Amelia, you know that this isn't your fight. You are a child who should be safe at home somewhere." Celyn taunted. Amelia glared at her. 

    "Should be safe at home somewhere. Your right, Mrs. Nikita. But that isn't how things turned out, did it? But someday I will be more than Amelia Tanz. I will be an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., fighting against the likes of you." Amelia threw back.

    May noticed that when Amelia had been trying to dress her wound, had left one of her guns by May, hidden from sight. Good thinking. May mentally thanked Amelia. She reached for the handgun, and gripped the handle.

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    (Coulson)

    Phil looked at the agents, who were frozen with fear. Jemma and Daisy had passed out, so Phil guessed that Sharpwood had shown them their greatest fear too. Mack was gone, but Fitz was curled up on the floor, bawling and hugging Jemma's unconscious form. Elena looked like she had seen a ghost, and was staring into space. The scene would have been funny, had they not been fighting for their lives. Coulson waved a hand in Yo-yo's vision, and the inhuman snapped out of it."Their dead. All dead." She muttered, then came to full consciousness. Phil had to wake everyone else up the same way, except for Jemma and Daisy, whom he shook a few times. Fitz recovered, but was still clinging to Jemma, who looked a little freaked out herself.

    "Okay guys. I left May and Amelia near the stairs. Can anyone tell me where those two Russian freaks are?" Phil demanded. All he got were blank looks.

    Finally, after a lot of explaining (and a little therapy for Fitz), he got the team together, and headed back to May and Amelia. Mack reappeared, walking in a few minutes after Phil found them.

    Phil put a hand up, signaling for the team to stop. They looked around the corner, and Phil saw, to his horror, Amelia standing, brandishing her dagger and gun, standing between May and Sharpwood and Celyn. "I plan to go down fighting." He heard Amelia tell Sharpwood. Suddenly, he locked eyes with May, and read her silent plea. Then an explosion racked the building. The stairs shook as twenty armed agents stormed down and surrounded the H.Y.D.R.A. guards. "I brought the back up, sir!" Phoebe's bubbly voice called into the fight.