❝ how you live your life is your business. but remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. most of us can't help but live as though we've got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are...
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The days following Loki's arrival on Earth left Amelia in a chaotic state, and S.H.I.E.L.D. did its best to contain the situation. The woman had been forced to create an emergency task force within her department, receiving permission from the higher-ups to employ anyone she needed. The brunette had filled her staff with various people, from ex-military to recent graduates from S.H.IE.L.D. Academy. When it finally came time to enact Fury's new initiative, Amelia was the first person he called, letting her know the next steps towards protecting the world from the God of Mischief.
Amelia winced as she pulled the phone receiver away from her ear, rubbing her throbbing eardrum. Fury had given her the go-ahead only five minutes ago to let Natasha know of Clint's current status, and it wasn't going well. Natasha expressed her frustration in a string of cuss words spoken in Russian, which could still be heard through the phone. Amelia had warned Fury that keeping Clint's and the other agents' status of compromisation classified would have consequences. She just hadn't expected her hearing to pay the price.
Amelia patiently waited for Natasha to vent before placing the phone back over her ear. There was silence for a moment before Amelia finally spoke, "Looks like I'll need hearing aids early in life."
"I'm sorry, Mila," Natasha replied. "I'm just worried."
Amelia nodded even though her adoptive sister couldn't see, feeling the same worry. It was hard enough to make friends in their line of work, much less find people to consider family. Natasha had no family, at least not in the biological sense, and had begun building her own from a young age. Amelia had never met anyone more determined to create what had been lost to time. Natasha considered Amelia and Clint her honorary siblings in all but blood. The idea that they could lose one another in an instant was not foreign to them, but to be compromised was another matter entirely. Both women took the issue very seriously.
Amelia let out a small sigh, "I understand. Believe me, Nat."
"Have they done anything to look for him?" The redhead asked.
"Fury only said that if we find the cube, then we find Clint." She replied with a huff of annoyance. "It's why I have my task force scanning for traces of him in their spare time. There's no reason why the opposite can't be true, and finding Clint could lead us to the Tesseract."
Natasha grumbled, "Typical Fury."
Amelia knew the woman wasn't wrong. Fury had always followed orders precisely as they were given, making him a good agent. Only recently, as director, had he begun to bend them to propose a better or alternative version that wouldn't compromise his morals or the integrity of the mission. A recent example would be when Captain America woke up earlier that year and escaped into the streets of the big city. Instead of letting his men tranquilize the soldier, he allowed him to take it all in. Amelia had hoped Clint's situation would be one of those times when he asked extra of her, but he seemed hell-bent on finding the Tesseract first.
