With more time on her hands than she knew what to do with, Amber had ventured off to Metropolis for something to do, nothing more. Sure, anyone who wandered into that vast city would hope to catch a glimpse of the famous Superman as he rushed off to save yet another innocent life, but that wasn't her main reason for going. It was certainly a pull though, she thought to herself with a small smirk of amusement. Armed with nothing but the few things she could fit into the tiny purse that she had thrown over her shoulder, Amber wandered quietly through the otherwise busy streets, drinking in the sights all around her for the very first time. Once or twice she recalled her father speaking of both Superman and his protected city, but never in the way that he spoke of Captain America or even Ironman. But it had been clear from his tone of voice that he thought Superman to be a rather great person, someone to aspire and look up to the way most men would envy him for having his abilities and strengths.

It was bright and sunny out, a beautiful day for a casual stroll down the street. Or so she had been lead to believe. As was her fashion, Amber seemed to have inherited her father's uncanny ability to walk right into trouble regardless of whether or not she had been looking for it. Just ahead she could make out a boy, possibly around her age but better built than she was, in the midst of an argument with a man that he had just run into. Ordinarily, she wouldn't have allowed herself to get in the midst of an altercation like that, a grown man and a boy who looked as if he could squash her like a bug, it was just too much of a risk when it wasn't any of her business. But the instant she watched the boy punch his fist through a brick wall and withdraw it as if nothing had happened, Amber knew that something had to be done lest the man find himself in a bloody heap on the side of the road. Others had already stopped to watch what was happening, but Amber didn't have time to change her mind before she reacted.

"Whoa, boys!" she picked up the pace a little until she was planted right beside the boy, her hands quickly reaching up to grab ahold of his wrist and prevent him from extending his reach. "Just walk away, understand?" This she directed at the man, eyes narrowed and voice laced with a warning tone that her father had also given to his daughter. "We don't need to shed anymore blood in these streets today. Go." The man seemed momentarily stunned by both the punch and the sudden appearance of a girl less than half his size, for he said not a word for a few moments. Instead he blinked at her, backing up slowly with a heavy glare aimed in both of their directions.

She couldn't help but notice the muscle definition in his arm as she held tightly to the boy, her eyes looking at the older man with a burning glance that warned of pending danger. If he continued to instigate the matter, there was no doubt in her mind that this boy would have him eating the sidewalk in a matter of seconds, quite a feat for most of the people who casually wandered all over the streets of Metropolis. After all, not everyone was a flying alien in a red cape, right? But she felt the boy pull his arm roughly away from her, causing Amber to lose her balance for a moment before she was able to right herself, and by that point the boy had turned and begun to walk away. Now free of his daze, the older man muttered something under his breath that pushed one too many buttons with the young woman, who curled her fingers in a fist and looked at him once more. "He was the bigger man," she said, turning on her heel to wander in the opposite direction.

For a moment she thought of simply returning to the room that would be her living quarters for the next few days before she was expected back in New York. It would be a lot safer for her to sit there and do nothing, with nobody around to cause any sort of problems like the one she had just managed to keep from happening...but her mind had other plans. Lifting her gaze from the sidewalk she took note of the boy heading in the same direction that she was, a few yards ahead of her. If she hadn't known better she would have thought that he was still upset about the altercation, and she couldn't really blame him for it. People could be rather nasty about the simple things these days, and it wasn't anywhere near as safe to wander around the streets as it once had been, back in the days when men had been chivalrous and knew what manners were. Regardless, she thought it best to follow, even for just a little, to make sure that he didn't plan on punching anymore walls.

You didn't really see that everyday.

"Hey, wait up!" She lifted a hand, quickening her pace a little as she moved to his side, trying to walk alongside him. "Listen, I'm really sorry you had to deal with that. People can be really petty, huh?" A strand of dark hair passed before her eyes, causing the immediate reaction of reaching up to tuck it behind her ear as she continued to follow him, her dark brown eyes locked on his face. "Hey...are you alright?"

He sure was acting strangely, she thought to herself as she continued to follow him down the street. Strange enough that her initial concern was increased ten-fold when he began to look as lost and confused as a puppy dog. And yet there was something almost innocent in his confusion, prompting her to continue on her path of following him through the streets of Metropolis. "Well, for starters, you did sort of punch a brick wall and cause some damage to the wall," she told him, raising a brow in question. "And you don't seem to be showing any signs of hurting from that...which most people would."

He was acting so strangely that her instincts told Amber it would be unwise to let him wander around on his own, especially after that last display of power that he been so publically shown. If he wasn't at least danger to himself than he could certainly prove to be a danger to someone else, and there was no telling who the next person would be that decided to start yelling and screaming at the poor boy. And if that last incident was any indication, she had her doubts that it would take anyone less than Superman to take care of his anger. How on earth she had managed to stop him was beyond her, but that hadn't really been something to consider at the time. All that Amber had been worried about was stopping any kind of fight before it happened when she noticed that one of them had punched a brick wall without flinching afterward. "At least let me check your hand out. You did punch a wall, after all."

Her footsteps quickened enough to step just ahead of him, her slender fingers reaching out to gently touch the hand that had come in contact with the brick wall. But to her amazement, Amber felt nothing aside from his skin, unbroken and lacking in the blood she had expected to find. Her brow knit itself tightly together in her own look of confusion as she gently lifted his hand, examining it with her hands and her eyes, gently brushing his skin with her own as she looked it over for any signs of trauma. But there was nothing there...nothing at all. "What...." she looked up at him, her senses suddenly on high alert. "Who...or WHAT are you?"

His lack of conversation was beginning to both worry and annoy the brunette as she walked alongside him, finding that he quickly removed his hand from her own. Apparently he didn't seem to understand that most people didn't just punch a hole in a brick wall and walk away without a scratch to show for it, which also struck her as being rather odd. A frown crossed Amber's features as she looked at him, trying to discern what it was about him that felt so oddly distant. Not necessarily cold, but distant, as if he really didn't have a clue as to what was going on around him. It struck her as being rather odd that he could look around in such a manner at his age, which she pegged as being relatively close to her own. And unless he had been incredibly sheltered for the whole of his life, Amber had a really hard time thinking that this boy wouldn't understand just how abnormal his behaviour was.

"Um, yes something is wrong," she said to him with a raised brow as she continued to follow him down the street. "People don't just put holes in brick walls like that and walk away." Broken bones were a guarantee when it came to that sort of rash behaviour, and this guy hadn't even flinched when he had taken a chunk out of the wall without a single mark to show for it. It was like he'd simply extended his arm into the air without any form of resistance. Who did that? It wasn't like this guy was Superman after all, the protector of Metropolis who could leap tall buildings in a single bound or stop a speeding bullet with his chest or anything else that would be completely ridiculous for a human being to try. But he wasn't human, he couldn't possibly be so, she reasoned.

Amber didn't realize just how right she was, though. As he spouted at her some strange classification number and a jumble of words, he made it sound as though he were a walking lab experiment that just happened to break free of the scientists. She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, her eyes wide and her jaw slack with disbelief. "A...wait, what?" It was almost too farfetched to fathom. You couldn't clone people! The technology didn't yet exist to clone a human being, and besides that there were laws that would prevent you from doing so...weren't there? "You're telling me that you're not....not actually human?"

His words made almost as much sense to her as those spoken by Clint only a few days earlier when he had found her in New York. Was the world going absolutely insane or was Amber the one who was simply losing her mind? All of a sudden there were all of these things happening around her, things that she couldn't fully understand. Agents were showing up out of nowhere to tell her that her father had been part of a government organization that had dealt with the very heroes who had saved the world only a short while ago, and now she was standing with a clone of Superman?! What else could possibly happen to Amber that week?

She gave her head a bit of a shake, hoping she had simply misheard his words and turned them into something else completely, but it didn't seem to be that way at all. There was no hint of laughter in his voice, no glimmer of amusement in his arm eyes. But he couldn't possibly be telling her the truth she reasoned, because there were still laws that prevented people from being cloned like that, and the technology didn't exist yet, did it? Then again, Superman wasn't exactly human, so the process of cloning him would have been far more difficult than it would have proven to be for any other individual. And in her mind, that would make it all the more impossible for such a thing to occur. Yet when Amber looked at him, despite her disbelief, she couldn't help but feel that he really was telling her the truth of the matter, so insistant and definitive was his tone of voice. "You're a clone of Superman."

Somehow it didn't seem all that much more real when she was saying the words aloud. But as she stood there looking at him, she couldn't help but feel this strange tingle in her spine as he stopped and turned himself around to look at her with those same dark eyes that she had glimpsed briefly just before. "Well...you know that he doesn't just fly around Metropolis looking for trouble," she reasoned, trying to keep herself steady on her feet. "And it's not like he's always in Metropolis either. The rest of the world seems to get into trouble from time to time, and he's almost always trying to help out there as well." It was a good thing he wasn't human, she thought quietly to herself as she looked at the dark haired boy. Trying to be in all of those different places, doing the things that he did...anyone else would have died of a heart attack after the first dozen rescues, and yet Superman continued to bravely soldier on despite the odds. That was what made him a hero in her eyes, the very same way that she had come to view her own father recently.

It's just too bad she never got to tell him in person.

Amber wasn't stupid, far from it in fact. She had gone to school and learned the things that normal children needed to know, but she had also been raised by one of the best field agents the American government had had in their arsenal. But this was certainly nothing she had ever learned about when her father had been alive and working around the world all the time. No, she knew of Superman of course, but of a place where the cloning process had been perfected to a state of being able to replicate his Kryptonian DNA? Oh no, Amber was certainly not prepared to hear such information, let alone from the clone himself.

That was enough to make her wonder if she had been hit on the head within the last little while and didn't remember it.

"Geez!" she yelled, watching him push off from the ground and shoot into the air as if it was nothing in the world. Her dark brown eyes watched him with wonder as he disappeared from her line of sight, a hand coming up to try and relocate him again as she blocked the glare of the sunshine. But as she saw him sinking back down into view, her eyes momentarily widened before she turned away, unsure of how safely he was going to land. After all, the boy seemed to have no concept of what he was really able to do and how it affected the world around him. It was like giving a newborn child a fully functioning brain and body. They really didn't know what to do with it quite yet, and since he wasn't exactly human there was no telling what else he would quickly discover before the day was out. "Look, Superman comes to people who need him. He's a little more than just the guardian of Metropolis...and he's doing the best that he can. But to keep himself in one city while the rest of the world suffers? He's too good to do anything like that."

Granted, Amber had very little knowledge of Superman in comparison to some of the other heroes who roamed the earth at that time, but she was fairly certain that her information was true. She'd heard a great many things about the Man of Steel, and even seen a few of his good deeds first hand. In his mind, the idea of keeping himself inside city limits would be a selfish act that would benefit only a small handful of people. And why do that when his powers allowed him to be so much more than that? He was a man of vision, someone who opened his mind to all of the possibilities of the world and did his best to do as many of them as he possibly could. "If you really want to find Superman, you should talk to his journalist friend at the Daily Planet," she told him, pointing to the spinning globe above their heads in the distance. "I think she sees him more than anyone else from the articles she writes about him."

This boy really didn't seem to understand the situation he was in, Amber thought to herself as she stared at him in disbelief. It was like he expected Superman to just lounge around all day somewhere in Metropolis until someone decided that they needed to be saved and he sprang into action just in the nick of time. Add that to the fact that he said he was a clone of the Man of Steel (which she still wasn't entirely certain about, to be honest) and you had one messed up kid who really just needed to be lead back to where ever it was that he came from. However, seeing the damage that he had done to the wall during the encounter with the rude man from before, the sidewalk from his landing and the height that he had reached in his jump...she wasn't exactly prepared to be the first person in line to take his hand and lead him in the right direction.

"Geez, the way you talk, you'd think that he'd be overjoyed to hear that someone had cloned him and made such a young version of him," she said with a sarcastic tone as she moved her hair from her eyes and watched him carefully. Right now he struck her as being very much like a spoiled child, and she wasn't entirely sure that it made him safe to be around other people like herself who were so easily hurt by common things. And he was far from common...

A frown formed on her brow as he continued to speak, noting that his words were rather critical of the good things that Superman did around the world as if they mattered little compared to what he did in Metropolis. Now, Amber wasn't exactly from the area and could not claim to be a member of the city he commonly protected, but she wasn't stupid either. "Now hold on just a minute," she said, irritation beginning to show in her tone. "You come in here claiming to be a clone of Superman and you have the nerve to start challenging all the good he has done when you weren't even around? Who the hell do you think you are? That man has probably saved more lives than the number of minutes you've been around, so don't you think you can come in here and start judging him like that." She wasn't entirely sure where that protective, angry streak had come from, but she didn't regret a single word that fell from her lips. Oh no, if he were to continue in this way, there were bound to be others who shared her opinion.

His request for the name of his journalist friend was something that Amber might have mentioned casually if she wasn't still stinging from the nerve of his previous words. Slender arms crossed themselves tightly over her chest as she turned herself away from him, glancing only over her shoulder. "I'm not telling you. They don't need to deal with you right now." Oh no, telling him about Lois Lane would have been a grave mistake. The woman was a reporter, and seemingly trusted by Superman, but to what extent that trust was? Amber didn't know, and therefore she couldn't send some rogue clone to her in the hopes that she could unite the pair and tell Superman of his existance. No, she was more than done with this kid for the time being.