Amelia had been hired by an actor to protect him. She had of course taken the job, she was the best bodyguard anyone could get. Amelia was the daughter to none other then Sherlock Holmes, she was a genius just like her father, and had a taste for weapons. She had been trained at the age of sixteen by the military and left at the age of eighteen. Amelia never did have a childhood, she was always on the run from Jim Moriarty. Her and her fathers rival. She had almost been killed more then a hundred times throughout the past three years, and during that time he had succeeded, but the doctor never gave up on her and so she lived. She walked into the house after being escorted by his publicist. "Jared, Miss Holmes is here." Amelia looked up toward the male, he was rather large in comparison to her. She was a detective, working by her fathers side and it was only then did she move to New York just under two years ago, to work for SHIELD. "You do not need to call me 'Miss Holmes', feel free to call me Amelia." She commented, although she knew that the publicist felt a little frightened of her, she could tell in his body language, and the way he spoke.
So formal, perhaps a little too formal. "I won't hurt you, there is no need to be afraid of me." She attempted to reassure, "Sorry.. just your records, you seem like quite a dangerous person." He explained, "I am.. if you get on the wrong side of me." She replied. Around her neck, was a wedding ring, two wedding rings. She was meant to be married to Steve Rogers, also known as, Captain America, but he had died on a mission, shot in the stomach, Amelia remembered it every night and it pained her everyday to know that he couldn't see their daughter grow like she could.Â
