"Come here and play with me" six year old Maisey Jane Fitz-Simmons looked up from her stuffed animals over to her- well, it was easier to just say cousin, "Paddington and Pooh and I are conducting a scientific experiment" she played with her own mother's old soft toys. The first grader poured red dye into a clear plastic flask of blue to make purple.
"Nah" five year old Jordan Shaw shook her head. She pushed a pink toy car around the room while a headless teenage boy doll sat in the driver's seat
"Where's your dolly's head?" Jane frowned and set the plastic toy beakers on the wooden table in the playroom.
"Sindy broke up with him, so Paul got mad, but then she ran him over but he didn't die" Jordan replied nonchalantly, still revving the toy car around the floor.
"And now he's driving her car?" Jane looked confused, "dead people cannot drive cars"
"What if he's not a people" Jordan's eyes grew big, "what if he's an alien, or a robot, or something cool?" she raced around the playroom, the car in her hands, as she made engine sounds.

"Come on, kids" Deke called from down the hallway, "lunch is ready"

"Oh boy" Jordan got there first, her toy car forgotten, "I love spaghetti"
"Did you cut up sausages in it?" Jane eyed the plate in front of her
"Yeah, just like Grandpa does" Deke nodded
"Daddy" Jordan reached over the table, "can you pass the-"
"Right here" Deke set a bottle of chocolate syrup in front of his young daughter.

12 years later

"Gah, how can you eat that?" eighteen year old Maisy Jane, usually stared at– the familial connection boggled the mind, so they still just called each other cousins- Jordan, who spooned fruit-flavored cereal from not a bowl, but from a half-cut red bell pepper
"So what?" Jordan frowned, cereal in her mouth, "Dad eats it with green peppers. Is that better?"
"Disgusting" Jane shook her head in dismay, "This is why you don't even have a proper boyfriend"
"As if" Jordan laughed, spraying cereal on the table, "That's 'cause instead of scaring the boys away, Dad just wants to hang out"
"True" Jane nodded in agreement, "good thing that Aunt Daisy's around to do the scaring"
As if on cue, Deke and Daisy entered the kitchen, "I told you, I don't want that Rick coming around here anymore" Daisy seethed, "if he even thinks about touching Jordan, I'll quake his stupid little head off"
"Relax" Deke put up his hands to calm his wife, "He's only coming so we can do some guy stuff"
"He's a sixteen year old boy" Daisy glared at him, "Do you think he wants to hang out with somebody's father?"
"I'd hang out with me" Deke grinned, "I'm a ton of fun"
"More like a ton of trouble" Leopold Fitz came through the back door, into the kitchen, "I told you to stay out of my tools" he shook a broken electric drill at Deke, "Look at what he did to this!"

"You really got to start locking the shed, Papa" Jane quipped
The fight was just heating up, with Fitz angry and Deke stumbling over apologies.
Jane looked to her "cousin" and and grinned, "Let's go to our room and get away from their bickering"
"Good idea" Jordan nodded, her edible dish now empty. She took a big bite from the red pepper as they headed down the hallway.
The girls had shared a room for what seemed like forever. It wasn't easy living in a shared household, but for the Fitz-Simmons and Shaws, it made financial sense. Unfortunately, it made much less sense in all other regards. Deke and Daisy were considered bohemian by Maisy's parents, while Jordan's parents found Fitz and Jemma to be – something else.
Still, they'd lived together for the longest time, in a rambling house, ever since everyone had gotten back from the time traveling episode of sorts. At first, the team had split up, with Deke and Daisy staying in the 1980s, FitzSimmons in the then-present, Mack and Elena in the future, and Melinda May and the Coulson Chronicom in the 1940s. But like any family, they couldn't stay apart too long. The "cousins", the girls had been roommates since kindergarten
But right now, the girls slammed their bedroom door and dished out secrets, just not the kind of everyday ones that most teenagers talked about.
"Sometimes, I wish they'd move us out" Jordan fumed, "they fight nearly every day" she'd finished the red pepper bowl on the way down the hall. Now, she slumped on her unmade bed.
"Your parents get a separate place?" Maisy looked shocked, "But then, we couldn't spend time together"
"Ok, yeah, that would suck" Jordan agreed, "but come on, even Mom is so over protective. Even if Rick did try anything, I'd kick his ass, even without powers like hers"
"Remember third grade?" Maisy grinned, "You gave Billy Stirling a black eye and made him cry for his mummy"
"Well yeah, the little jerk kissed me on the playground and figured I'd like it" her brown eyes flashed amber, "the jerk stomped all over the ant hill I was checking out"
"What if" Maisy began slowly, "you had powers, just like aunt Daisy, just like aunt Elena?" Elena Rodriguez wasn't their actual aunt, but her and Mack were around enough, and the girls enjoyed babysitting young Hayley, the couple's middle school attending biracial daughter. "Think about it, what if you did, what would you do?"
"If I could quake people like Mom?" Jordan smiled widely, "I'd send Billy Stirling to Antarctica"
"I've been looking through Mum and Papa's files"
"Snooping you mean"
"Fine, sleuthing" Maisy corrected, "did you know that in some families, Terrigenesis is hereditary"
"Genesis, like the band that Dad loves?" Jordan looked confused
"Gah, no" Maisy frowned, "The exposure to the Terrigen Mists" she went on, "There's not a lot of information about it, not here in the house, but what I could find was -"
"Hold on" Jordan stopped her, "you're saying I could have powers, like Mom?"
"It might not be the quake powers" Maisy was more level headed, "it could be something else, speed and rebound powers, like aunt Elena, or the teenager that uncle Mack was talking about, Flint, the power to build things with rocks or his mind or – something"
"What are you waiting for" Jordan stood up, "let's get cracking"