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"What do you think happened to his eye?" Eden whispered as her and Liam obediently followed Mr. Furry or whatever his name was, and the tall lady with the big butt, as both twins took note of and couldn't contain their giggling at.

"I bet a shark ate it," continued Eden. "Huh?"

"No." Liam pursed his lips, as he had just put on some bright red lipstick to leave a good impression on his new...employers, was perhaps the word. Not wanting to be rude, he spoke to Eden telepathically. It's probably a birth defect.

At the prospect of learning a brand new word, Eden excitedly squealed, "What's a birth defect, Liam?"

Mr. Furry swiftly turned around and glared at the two children. Eden sheepishly looked down at her feet, and Liam gave a toothy grin that unnerved the Director to no end, for reasons he himself didn't even understand. "Don't get lost," he grumbled, but somewhere in the back of his mind he was thinking losing them wouldn't be so bad. He was nota babysitter. Bubble Butt never did turn around, but by the shaking of her shoulders, the twins knew she was laughing.

Neither of the twins had been on a plane before, and they had never imagined it to look anything like this. This was the size of an entire city, like a baby Queens, where they came from. Even the outside didn't look like a plane; it looked like a giant, clear cookie jar. Cookies. Eden was hungry.

Down some stairs they followed Bubble Butt and Mr. Furry, and past some people wearing blue uniforms. Liam thought blue looked yucky on everyone, because blue was a natural color that only suited natural people like his sister, whereas Eden couldn't care less about what people were wearing, but rather what they were doing.

Mr. Furry stopped in front of a woman with bright red hair, about the same length as Liam's. Bubble Butt kept walking and turned a corner, and Eden told her brother, This is like a baby city, and we're cars and these are streets.

Monopoly, said Liam. I'll be the top hat.

And I'll be the puppy.

The woman smiled at them, and Liam grinned back when he seen the shade of lipstick she wore was exactly two shades lighter than his own. As he was about to mention this, she said, "Hi. I'm Natasha Romanoff." She stuck her hand out, and Eden was the first to take it. "I'm Eden Malone," she said, shaking hands furiously with her new-found friend.

"Nice to meet you, Eden. I've heard a lot about you." She took her hand back from the child's unusually strong grip.

"Like what? Do you know about Monty?"

Confused, yet entertained, Natasha angled her chin in Liam's direction and questioned, "Is that your brother?"

Liam sniffed, tilting his head upwards, and Eden was slightly embarrassed by his snobbishness. "That's her snake. I'm her brother. I'm Liam Francis Malone. I'm seven. I live in Queens, New York, America, Earth, Endless Space. I love candy canes and I love you."

Never in her entire life had Natasha thought a seven-year-old would nearly make her blush. But it was happening. Never had she heard someone say those words to her, let alone so bluntly, with the honesty only a child could possess. "Thank you," she said despite herself.

Liam pointed. Natasha couldn't help but notice his crudely manicured nails. "Your lipstick. I like it."

"Thank you, Liam." She coughed a little uncomfortably at the fact a little boy had complemented her on her makeup. But then, it really shouldn't surprise her too much by this point.

Should I find out its name? Liam asked Eden.

Promptly, Eden snapped, No! You're not supposed to do that.It was yet another mystery of life that Liam could get into anyone's minds, not just hers. Eden had tried countless times, tried until she gave herself a splitting headache, until she threw up in the kitchen sink. And Liam could never figure out why she was incapable of what was such a simple task to him.

Okay. Liam frowned, and Natasha suddenly realized what they were doing. She raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "Are you two...talking about me?" she chuckled quietly.

"Yes," Eden immediately answered. Lying, it was the same as leaving out facts or ignoring them. She knew. She went to church and confession. "But it wasn't anything bad," she hastily added.

Confession was one of her favorite things. If she couldn't talk to whoever was up there, she could talk to the next closest thing, the face behind the screen she may never see. But she may never see God, either, so the confession mister would have to do for now. But the best thing? You could start fresh every week, disregard your mistakes. Eden made many mistakes, she was sure of it.

"Alright." She smiled at the children, hoping to put the girl at ease, because she appeared as if she could faint like a sack of potatoes at any moment. "Come on." Thus once more, the twins were being led away by someone they didn't know to somewhere they didn't know.

"Monopoly," Eden giggled, jabbing Liam in the ribs, watching the way Natasha's red hair bounced slightly as she walked.

Liam elbowed her back until they were engaged in an elbowing frenzy and Natasha felt the ridiculous need to separate them. Why had she not questioned Fury on this, bringing two little kids into the mix? This entire thing was a huge mess to begin with, and not that she didn't particularly like the twins; she feared this was indeed a big mistake. Children were children.

She knew why, really. But the question still remained: Why? Natasha shook her head as if literally getting rid of such useless thoughts. Fury wouldn't have taken them if he didn't truly believe they were special and could somehow help.

"Here you are," she said, stopping in front of what Liam knew was a laboratory, or a lab, even if it made him think of the dog he was allergic to, where two old people with brown hair stood talking. One glanced over, he had a sad face and Eden wanted nothing more than to cheer him up. She felt responsible if anyone around her was unhappy. The other quickly glanced up from something the twins were too short to see over the window's ledge, nodded, and came towards them with a strange smile on his face.

Liam was really rather sensitive to bad memories,(they made him squeamish) especially ones concerning his allergic reactions, so the older twin automatically bent over and puked right on top of Tony Stark's shoes.