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10

My dad hugs me tightly," You shouldn't go, it's dangerous."

I pull away, "Don't be dramatic. It's only for a few weeks. I have loose ends to tie up."

"I expect you to check in. Try to stay out of trouble. Don't make us regret letting you go solo," Steve sternly commands.

"Yeah, I know," I hug him."Relax, Grandpa."

I hug both Clint and Nat," Call if you get into trouble."

"What trouble could I possibly get into?" I playfully smirk.

Tony hands me a red and gold backpack, "To remember me by."

I put on my sunglasses, "Why would I want to do that?"

I climb into my quinjet when I hear, "Remember, no illegal activities."

"No promises!" I shout back before taking off. I fly towards my first destination, Peru. I just feel drawn there, like there's something over there, I need to see. Then I need to find my cousin, Skye. When I found out about her a few days ago, I knew I had to meet her but I feel bad for lying to everyone. I just want to do this by myself.

"JARVIS, take over and play some music, please."

"Of course, Miss. However, the only music available is Mr. Stark's Playlist," He responds.

I shake my head a little with a chuckle, "Just play that then."

I crawl out of the seat and walk over to my laptop. I pull up the latest news articles from Peru. I scan the headlines, 'Minor Earthquake, Men in Suits Dig Underground.'

That might be what I'm looking for. Something must have happened and for some reason, I feel the urge to go there. I cross my legs and pull up my hair in a ponytail. I crack my knuckles and start getting to work.

Once we land, I place the quinjet under stealth mode. I make sure that I have everything before stepping out.

I scan my surroundings as I walk out. I take a moment to breathe in the fresh air. A flash of blue light blinds me as I black out.

****

I wake up in my quinjet. I rub my aching head, "Geez, I need to stop blacking out."

I pull my phone out and check the time, it's 6:16 pm...and THREE WEEKS LATER. WHAT HAPPENED?

I check to see if I have any messages, none. To be fair, I know a total of 11 people. I check my call log, I called my dad a day ago. What?

I start pacing around the jet, running my fingers through my hair.

"JARVIS, what did I do these weeks?"

"You flew around quite a lot, Miss. I even have your flight records, if you wish."

I speed walk over to the nearest screen, "Show me."

He's not kidding, I went all over South America and even visited China. I spot an open file on my seat, it's about...me. I hold my head in my hands. Not again. Please not again. How is this even happening?

I take a deep breath and try to think rationally. I'm okay. I'm not physically hurt in any way. I probably just came in contact with something that caused me to forget the past three weeks. I'm safe.

I shake my head to clear my jumbled thoughts," JARVIS, where are we currently?"

"You are in Bucharest, Miss, we just arrived."

Okay, let's start with that, I can't stay here right now. I need to get away. I put on my sunglasses and backpack and grab a grey baseball cap. I place the quinjet under stealth and start walking. What could possibly be in Bucharest? Still, nice place to get away.