| The Amelie Chronicles | (MCU)

Part One: Chapter Three

Downstairs didn't mean more tests. Amelie found that out very quickly after being taken out of that room. Natasha gripped the girl by the shoulder to keep her steady on her feet, leading her through a series of hallways and big open rooms with dozens of agents roaming around. Many gave Amelie looks, others ignored her.

"What is downstairs?" She found herself squeaking out, afraid to talk louder than a whisper for fear of fainting or being scolded. At Hydra she wasn't allowed to speak- this place obviously seemed different.

"Private rooms. You'll be able to rest and keep to yourself after we ask you some more questions." Natasha explained.

"More questions?" Amelie repeated, her exhausted expression not only portrayed how physically tired she was, but how tired she was mentally.

"It's for the best." Natasha shrugged. Amelie followed the woman into a small room. In one corner was a bed, and a barrier that stretched across half the room separated a bathroom area. There was a small wardrobe with two drawers in the other corner.

On the bed sat a man, appearing to be waiting for the two of them. When he saw Romanoff he stood up, hands behind his back. They acknowledged each other like old friends.

"This her?" He asked, nodding to Amelie. Natasha nodded, closing the door behind them. Amelie stood on her socked feet, looking anxiously from one person to the next.

"Sit down." He offered, moving away from the bed so the young girl could sit. She did so, feeling dizzy and exhausted from the day's events. Amelie was small huddled on the bed, wrapping her arms around herself as some sort of protection.

"What is going to happen?" She asked, her brows raised in fear.

"We just need to ask you some more questions." The man said, "I'm Agent Clint Barton."

"Amelie... when did you exactly arrive at Hydra?"

The girl shrugged, "Sometime when I was an infant. I do not remember."

"What exactly did Hydra tell you about what they're doing? What the want to accomplish?" Clint asked.

"I only knew what they wanted me to know." She answered. Did they think she was with Hydra? She furrowed her brows, a wave of uneasiness washing over her, "What exactly do you want me to tell you?"

"The blue liquid... did they say how much they had? What their plans are with it?" Natasha followed up, sending a glance to Clint. Amelie shuddered at the mere mention at the liquid, her shoulders tense.

"I... I don't know." Amelie admitted, confused and uncertain of where this interview was headed. She didn't trust these two, "Where is Steve?"

"Answer the question first." Clint shrugged, "He isn't here right now."

"They wanted to weaponize people... they tried to." Amelie rocked slightly on the bed, biting her lip to keep from grimacing at the splintering headache she was getting all of a sudden.

"Tried to?"

"I was the only one who survived."

"Out of how many people?"

Amelie spoke quietly, "Twenty children."

"Children?"

"Ja." Amelie squeezed her eyes shut, "Where is Steve?"

"Why do you want Steve to come here?"

"I trust him."

"You do not trust the rest of us?" Barton asked.