Jennifer Walters is the ultimate parent. She's the mom who would do anything for her daughter Lucy, including shrinking into her human form.

The teenage lover of all things theater, is currently at her Friday afternoon dance class and her mother is there to watch.

As per her agreement with the owner she is once again in her human form, against her wishes, and struggling to be tall enough for the observation window.

Jen cheers loudly when she spots her daughter. Lucy dances like she believes every lyric in the bouncy song about mothers the class is using.

Lucy is built differently from the other teenagers, toned and solid. Her face is built like her mother's with a naturally pouting lip and high cheekbones. Her 'brown' eyes almost glow a dark shade of gold, a unique feature no other kid in her school has. Her hair is a floppy banged pixie cut, currently a shade of dark blue. She's on the shorter side and full of personality; just like her mother.

The studio owner to show up with her nasally lecture;

"You signed a waiver before you entered the building. If you fall, you cannot sue."

She smiles, "You are so sweet. As a paying client I'd like to watch my daughter now."

"As long as you don't scream-."

"You've got this Lucy! Wooohoo!"

Lucy swings a large dance duffle over her shoulder and leaves first, the lone teen while everyone else pairs off;

"Mom! Did you see the combo?"

"You were on fire!"

She sticks out her bottom lip to blow her bangs, "Thanks."

Jen finds her keys, "Tell me you packed your swimsuit?"

"Is dad coming?"

Jen groans and starts her car, "Maybe. We got into it again."

Lucy drops her head back against her seat, "Mom. What'd you do?"

"Nothing! Don't worry about it…"

"Whhhyyy."

Jennifer shrugs with her mouth open. She and Lucy might be mother and daughter but they're also best friends, "Don't get angry."

"Like. Mom, like,' she laughs, 'Seriously."

"Don't get jumpy, it's fine,' Walters sighs, 'he left his laundry out again."

"I do that all the time."

Jennifer starts her car, "Yeah? And do I bother you about it? No. Your dad knows better."

"Like! I'm not like…gonna be able to chill until that's like, resolved."

"Okay! I'll call him as soon as we get to the beach."

Lucy crosses her arms, tapping the screen by the dashboard, "No! Now!"

"Lucy-! You're going to piss me off."

It's a way bigger threat to the car than to Lucy, "Don't care."

John Jameson's voice comes in over the phone, 'What Jen.'

Lucy smiles sweetly, "Hi daddy!"

'Hi Lulu! How was dance?'

"I think you know why I'm calling; Mom wants to apologize."

Jen whips her head, "I'm always the one who apologizes."

'Oh my god. I'm at work-.'

Lucy interrupts, "Dad. Mom. You're being dumb. Work it out."

"Fine-! Fine. I'm sorry John. I'm sorry your mother didn't teach you how to organize anything-."

John is laughing on the opposite end. Lucy is taken back when she looks at her mom with her own laugh.

John calls out, 'All of this because I didn't put my laundry away. Now your mother is in she-hulk mode ready to knock the helicopters out of the sky like Godzilla.'

"Don't you mean 'King Kong'?" Lucy corrects.

'Queen Kong.'

"And that was the worst, like, dad joke you've made this week."

'Is your mother laughing?'

Jennifer ignores, stubbornly finding her feud completely justified. Hearing her family all laughing around her is contagious, finally breaking into a smile.

Lucy glares, "Mom's being mom. We both know she thinks you're hilarious. Are you coming to the beach?"

"I have to work Lulu, I'm sorry."

"It's cool. See ya later dad?"

"Have fun! Love you girls," John's squeaky voice when he blows Jen a kiss gets Lucy's mother to crack, abruptly ending the phone call.

Out on the sand, Jen prefers to lounge and read. In her flashy green sunglasses and palm tree swimsuit she gossips with a friend on the phone in her much larger 7 foot frame while Lucy attempts to navigate the boardwalk on her longboard. Her swimsuit is green to match her mother's, content to plug her ears with original Broadway albums.

With Lucy entertained, she sits back and tries to think of something other than her work.

"Hey! It's Greenie!"

The voice instantly makes her blood boil, jaw clenched when she mumbles to herself, "Sweet Jesus-."

Tony butts in and insists on a hug, "What are you doing here?"

"I live here. What are you two doing at this beach," Jen's fake laugh and sarcasm filled response makes Pepper visibly cringe.

"I own it,' Tony retorts, 'What have you been up to since Russia?"

"At the moment, I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that my cousin didn't do something stupid. You?"

Pepper tucks an arm under Tony's elbow, "We decided to walk the beach on our conference lunch break."

Stark laughs, "-It's not like you can hide anywhere- big and green and all that."

"Tony,' Pepper coughs, 'Is it just you today?"

Jen waves her hand, scanning the boardwalk, "Lucy's somewhere. She ran off...how's New York? How's your little one?"

Tony instantly reaches for his device to find a picture, proud of his angel, "My beautiful baby is amazing. I'll show you- she's gorgeous and she's so smart."

Pepper smiles, "We dropped her at Bruce and Nat's for the week."

Jennifer nods guiltily, "I haven't heard from Bruce. I should send him a message."

Tony laughs, "Listen! He doesn't even text me back so I don't know why he'd write to you-."

"You live together. So,' she shoves her book into her tote bag, 'Did all of those kids get adopted?"

Tony counts, "There's about thirteen still at the center. Two more kids that just got their powers."

"From Blonsky?" Jennifer touches her face nervously, shifting slightly, "Out of the blue?"

"Pretty much! I mean that's how it happened for you right?"

"It was, pretty immediate."

"Anyways, they're fun. Annoying but. They're fun. Hey! Can I get you anything? While we're here?"

Jennifer sighs, preferring her solicitude over any socializing, "You know what! Sure! Why not? Tell me about these...miraculous meta children, I'm curious. Were their parents, you know, did they have abilities by chance?"

Tony goes to wrap his arm around her, feeling short when he can't reach her opposite green shoulder, "You want ALL the tea! Were you a mean girl in high school? Cliquey Karen?"

Pepper walks behind them with an embarrassed blush, "That's not a thing."

"It absolutely is Pep, don't judge me."

Natasha is on the verge of an explosion as she takes larger strides toward the lab.

Her shaky fingers are busy toying with a small folded paper. The phone number and the note are enough to set her off into a full blown raging fit.

She debates on what to call him as her heartbeat pounds. 'Robert' might be going a bit too far knowing how much he hates it and the trauma it brings to the surface of his sensitive memories. Her thoughts switch back to being overly kind, maybe calling him 'honey' and 'sweety' would get him to shake a bit.

Natasha's hand finds the doorknob, her eyes fixating on the paper when she walks into his space.

Bruce's kind greeting goes in one ear and out the other, stepping back when he tries to hug her. She lifts the page as all of her plans fly out the window.

"What is this," she asks sharply.

He squints, trying to read the paper she pulls away, "I don't know-."

"What. Is this," she asks again.

He sighs, "Nat, I can't see…"

She starts to storm off, pivoting around the room, "Bruce! Banner!"

"Geez! Let me read it…"

She puts on a fake smile, "Oh honey, I'll read it for you."

Bruce scoffs with his eyebrows raised, crossing his arms. He leans up against the wall.

'She's mad' is the understatement of the century that both Hulk and Banner seem to have just settled on. If it weren't for the threatening look in her eyes, he'd find her blushing adorable.

Natasha clears her throat and lifts the paper, "Dr. Banner, it was so nice to finally connect with you! Congratulations on your Golightly project. Call me! X.O…..X! O?!"

Bruce can't help but start chuckling, his head falling forward. Romanoff shifts her weight, half ready to slap him when her voice tenses, "Who. The hell. Is Lynn."

He tries to stop the laughter, breathes and makes eye contact, "Where did you get that-."

"I'm tempted to punch you."

"Okay, okay. Tasha, easy."

"I'm gone for one gala-."

"You've missed about four but-."

"And you're flirting with, who the hell was it,' she double checks the paper, 'Lynn?! What was she, some science nerd-Was she a brunette- you have a thing for brunettes in lab coats-."

Now he's getting upset. He offers a calm response, "Natasha, stop. Please. First of all, Lynn is a guy-."

Romanoff's spy training fails her, eyes widening in surprise, "I didn't see that coming."

"Let me finish. It was a vendor. A vendor who could help Izabella Mikhailov, get into the math, science and engineering high school. Svetlana and Izabella are not on the same page with her future right now so I wanted to give them some options...Lynn was a recruiter. I took the number so that I could get more information and bring it up to Svetlana."

Natasha looks him directly in the eye, her arms still crossed tightly. Now her heart is pounding from a bit of embarrassment, she mumbles an, "Oh."

"Yeah,' breathes and dares to step closer, 'If you don't believe me, you can call him yourself. Okay?"

The blood in her head is still rushing, sinking slowly backward onto the bench behind her.

He sits at her side, brushing a gentle hand over her shoulder when he asks, "Are you alright?"

She reaches to run a hand through her hair. She takes a breath, "Fine."

He tugs at his fingers, elbows over his knees, "This isn't the first time I've heard a dig. And you've- we've both been on edge."

"I don't want to talk."

"Neither do I. But. You're just going to keep snooping through my pockets, tablets, reports and computer if I don't."

"I'm not-."

"There was a login at 3am. I saw it, Tasha."

She hides, hugging her elbow;

"…I've lost you so many times... I have this recurring nightmare of you, of us, on that bridge in Russia with that pistol in your hand and I'm too late. Last night it was you leaving me because...she was back. It's petty. Maybe it's immature. But that's what's going on. You asked me to talk to you, I'm talking to you. And I don't want to talk about it anymore."

He nods, biting his cheek as he tries to listen, "I appreciate you telling me. That makes a lot of sense."

"No it doesn't."

"Yes it does. We had a rough start. And being back home with the dust settling- in a way... You're waiting for it all to get flipped inside out again."

She hands him the paper, "Sorry."

He moves the paper to his desk behind them, gently rubbing her back, "I love you. I'm here if you want to talk. I'm just running a program."

"For the alternate dimensions."

"No."

"Say what," Natasha just shakes her head. She can't think at the moment and she's in no rush to move.

A smirk spreads over her features when she huffs a laugh through her half joke;

"It's Svetlana I should be keeping an eye on, isn't it? I'm sure she's waiting for me to die to snatch you up-."

"Don't! No," Bruce can't help but brush a hair from off her cheek and behind her ear. Her joke hurts too much to laugh back.

"Phone,' she reaches to grab his device. 'It's your cousin."

"Jealous of her too? Good thing you didn't find the other numbers-."

"What other numbers…"

She lifts a hand to semi aggressively nudge his shoulder as he answers the call and playfully catches her hand;

"Hi Jen."