| The Amelie Chronicles | (MCU)

Part One: Chapter Eight

"Put the spear down."

The girl froze, slowly turning on her heel to see Natasha pointing a gun at Amelie. Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest, and a wave of nausea that built up in her throat was doing its best to stay down.

"Amelie, you do not know what kind of power that spear is capable of." Natasha's arms didn't lower, her gaze expertly trained on the young girl in front of her. Amelie glanced at the spear, and then back to Natasha.

"No- you do not understand." She said adamantly, "None of you do."

"Please, put the spear down. You do not know what you're doing! Loki isn't going to give you what you want." The redhead raised a brow at the girl, taking a small step closer to her.

Amelie narrowed her eyes, which were quick and calculative as she tried to search her mind for some sort of plan. She didn't want to hurt Natasha- she didn't want to hurt anyone with her powers! However, the longer that gun was pointed at her the longer Amelie was convinced she was still at Hydra.

"You have told me this place is not like Hydra." Amelie said simply, "But you are not giving me reasons to why it isn't."

Natasha went to take a step forward, but was held back by a purple force that wrapped around her. Her feet her stuck to the floor, she couldn't move. Amelie stared harder, her teary eyes glaring.

"You haven't given us any reasons as to why you're not still with Hydra." Natasha sassed back, "Child or not- they still breed psychopaths who cannot be trusted."

Amelie widened her eyes at the statement, loosening her mental grip on Natasha. The woman took another step forward, gun sill outstretched.

"No." Amelie shook her head, pressing further. Romanoff winced as a pain began to sharply throb in her head. It felt like her ears were popping- however it was ten times worse. A line of blood slowly trickled from Amelie's nose as her purple gaze hardened.

Natasha reached a hand to her head as blood slowly started to trickle from both her ears. She yelled out, taking a step back as the pain impaired her senses.

"Amelie-" the woman pleaded, however, the eleven-year-old took a step back. Her gaze was fixed on the scepter, her focus on getting far away so she couldn't hurt anyone else.

"I am going." The young girl interrupted, eyes going purple as she took a step forward.

Out of nowhere- Clint tackled Natasha to the ground. Amelie gasped, releasing her hold on the woman as she jumped back. The spear sent out a shot of blue energy into the area around them- causing the eleven-year-old's powers to malfunction. Natasha and Clint were thrown across the room with an orb of purple- machinery sparking and hissing from Amelie's powers.

The spear was taking away her control. She needed to get out of there- and soon.

As a last attempt to stop Amelie from leaving with the spear, Natasha shot the gun. Her aim was off by the orbs of purple bouncing around the room- which didn't hit Amelie where she intended.

The eleven-year-old flinched, yelling out as the loud bang scared her.

Sadly, for Amelie, she was hit by the bullet.

Luckily, for Amelie, it only grazed her arm.

Wincing from the sharp slice of skin on her shoulder, Amelie put a hand to her arm from where the bullet created a long cut. With the spear still clutched in her fist, she ran out of the lab.

Now all she needed to do was find Loki.

Tears pricked her eyes from the sharp stinging of her shoulder. The blood that slowly trickled from the wound was warm between her fingers, making her nauseous.