❝ 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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Amelia struggled as she locked up her office, her arms full of files and last-minute projects for her to finish. Amelia walked through the deserted corridors of the headquarters, shrouded in an eerie silence that was only interrupted by the soft glow of the midnight light. Her footsteps echoed as she made her way toward the main lift, enveloped by an unsettling feeling of solitude. It was nearly three in the morning, and she was supposed to report to Coulson in a few hours, leaving Amelia with little time to sleep. She was supposed to board the quinjet to take them to the new helicarrier, but she had lost track of time and was now rushing towards her car in the dark parking garage.
Early in the day, she received more interruptions than anticipated from her team and other headquarters departments. Most of them had been women, and Amelia shouldn't have been surprised since all eyes were on her when she arrived on a motorcycle with Steve Rogers. The only interruption that Amelia was glad for was from her friend, Indra, a new addition to S.H.I.E.L.D. from the military. Indra had a silver tongue in negotiations and had done wonders in decoding and translating sensitive material. Amelia had been hesitant to reveal anything outside of her mission to the language expert, but in the end, she had to ask for somebody's perspective.
"So he took you to your favorite coffee shop?" Indra asked as she played with one of the bobbles on Amelia's desk.
Amelia nodded, "He completely ignored all the directions I gave him."
Indra laughed as she leaned back in her chair, "Who knew the old man would be this forward with a lady."
"I don't think he was being forward at all," Amelia interjected. "I think he's lonely."
"Well, lonely or not. Every girl at headquarters was jealous when you returned with Prince Charming in tow."
Amelia had already anticipated this but groaned in frustration as she rubbed her temple. She knew Steve was handsome. The brunette hadn't prepared herself for how good-looking he was. She had been surprised by him in the gym and wasn't surprised he was a good catch for any girl, but she didn't want to be in a rumor with him. The man already had enough to deal with trying to navigate the modern world. At the same time, Amelia had no desire to be on the top of every woman's kill list, simply for following through on orders even if those orders hadn't included a coffee date with the man out of time.
Amelia was debating on whether or not to just stay at headquarters for the night but had decided against it. She needed to pack and prepare back at her place. The sleep-deprived agent slowly made her way to her midnight blue mini-cooper, which sat without a wash for almost a week as Amelia was whisked away on various missions. It wasn't her first choice in the car, but it did the job and had been a birthday gift from Clint. He thought it would be hilarious to see the deadly Miss Amelia Nilson driving a cute car. She slid into the driver's seat and sped off to her little studio apartment, only fifteen minutes from headquarters.
