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Steve couldn’t hide his surprise when Astrid listed all the places she had been and all the things she had accomplished. It definitely explained a lot about her, like her eccentricities, her nature, the way she seemed to be inviting him closer but pushing him away at the same time. A child raised abroad is often times highly intelligent but had a hard time connecting with others while growing up. Her mysterious, yet mischievous demeanor as well as her way of talking people around circles was clear evidence of that. And the way she maintained a high level of secrecy in an already classified organization was impressive.

He remembered the first time he heard about this ‘angel’. One particularly excited operative who wanted to make conversation with him told him a fantastical story about a woman appearing in a golden light and killing off an entire, heavily armed terrorist cell. Of course Steve didn’t believe a word of it until he heard another story about her. And another. And then another. Honestly, it seemed like a S.H.I.E.L.D. urban legend since each story always depicted the woman differently. One story described her with golden blond hair, wings, a sword and magical powers. In another story, she was a pink-haired woman who fought a battalion with only her bare fists. The inconsistency made her unbelievable but seeing the mysterious figure behind all these stories made Steve rethink everything he had heard. Astrid seemed like the kind of woman who could do all that stuff. But that only brought about a new question; how?

“That’s impressive.” He finally responded as he pushed that thought to the back of his mind. “Glad to know you’re on our side.” He then racked his brain for another question, something as easygoing as his first.

“What did your parents do that made you move around so much? I’m assuming military…?”

Amelia decided that the smart move right now was to hold her tongue as Stark prattled on a long-ass monologue and write them off as the ravings of a mad billionaire playboy superhero (especially when he began talking about Greek mythological creatures and government conspiracies). Yet when his speech became an analysis of her own psychology and philosophical views on society and heroism , she couldn’t help but feel the painful jabs of his words as they hit almost every mark dead on. Amelia detested the fact that he could see most of her motives so clearly, like her hatred for the selfish 1% of society or that she could only scratch the surface of stopping crime and villainy in the city. But it wasn’t until he began listing off the consequences of her actions that fear began to creep through her arrogant facade. She could barely hide the panic in her eyes when he threatened to ship her off to jail and sue for intellectual theft.

Once he backed away, Amelia got her thoughts together and readied a counterargument. He had been right about everything, except one thing; her motive in doing all this. Sure, hatred played a key role in her stepping into the role of a vigilante and going out of her way to steal Tony Stark’s materials and equipment, but there was something else that drove her. Something he didn't figure out since he only glanced at her files and piece together whatever he saw on the outside. Anxious to take him down a peg, Amelia was completely thrown off guard when he suddenly offered a job.

“Wh-what?” She stuttered out in response. “After all I've done, you want to offer me a job at your company?” She could barely believe it. This was definitely the furthest thing she expected from Stark after getting caught stealing. He even took the time to insult everything wrong with her second-rate copy of his mechanics. What the hell was he planning?

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