Antonia hits a switch on her device from the upper level of the jet. Standing next to Lucy, they see Garrett stand up and head in their direction. The Jameson girl is already snickering, ready to dump their concoction of watery slime on his head mid harmless prank.

The Stark girl giggles just as hard as Lucy over watching their full bucket tumble forward and onto their victim;

"Ha! You fell right into that!"

Izabella looks up with her hair soaked and flopped forward, shaking off her hands and looking up to find the cause with an icy stare down.

Lucy realizes their mistake all too late and an urge to run settles into her bones, "Oops."

Mikhailov is somewhere in between furious and ready to play back, lifting the fallen bucket to hurl whatever is left inside of it back up the balcony and straight towards Lucy.

"Oh no," Jameson scrambles to get away but she's too late, covered in fragments of her own creation.

Antonia cringes, "Ewww!"

Lucy has stopped laughing upon realizing her pants are covered, "Great! Thanks Izabella! I really liked these…"

"It is called payback, Lucile. You are next Antonia," Izabella snickers, her hands on her hips.

"Nooo!" The Stark child darts away as quickly as she can.

Izabella tucks her head, trying to rub her face with a chuckle, "Now it's in my eyes."

"What the heck! This has Lucy's name written all over it," Garrett steps up with a chuckle.

Lucy glares from the balcony at Garrett, her intended target, "Damn you."

Rick is beside him, eyeing Izabella, "That's disgusting. Good luck washing that off."

Riley stumbles forward; deafened and tired. Garrett catches her arm, then her shoulder before she steps on the mess covering the floor in an attempt to keep Riley from slipping.

"Can someone tell me what's going on or do I have to read minds," she calls out.

"Lucy dumped slime on Izzy," Garrett explains.

Riley scolds aggressively, her blood boiling, "You morons have an hour to clean my mother's jet! Brody is the only one working here! We should be finding help not goofing off unless you're the new Jones kid who is just here to amuse me."

Rick's vocalized groan full of discontent is evident without Riley needing to see his face.

"Taking out our lone nurse isn't smart," Riley adds.

Lucy rolls her eyes and looks over at Antonia, "Do we have anything left in the bucket? For the stick in the mud?"

Riley yells with every intention of returning to her space, "Give me some cooperation or I will hurl you all from an open hatch."

Rick searches the room once Riley leaves. He smiles kindly at her and wraps the towel around his own fingers;

"Let me help?"

Izabella chuckles, unable to open her eyes, "I can't see...it's in my mouth."

He sloppily brushes the sticky hair from off her face.

"I'm claiming the shower," Lucy announces coldly.

Rick retorts with his focus up on the second floor, "Right, because you need it more than she does."

Izabella whispers, "It's fine."

Rick rolls his eyes and continues to help her out as best he can;

"She's a gem."

Izabella takes the towel and cleans the rest of her face, "She's not all bad-Anna? What is in this?"

Antonia climbs over the barricade, "Water, glue, ketchup, mayo and food dye."

"If you add a few borate ions instead of ketchup and you'd have the perfect putty styled slime."

Rick snickers, "Add some liquid starch, too."

"Exactly."

"Yeah I know. I've made slime before. This was just supposed to make a mess," Anna moves off to the next project which, knowing who her dad is, will have a similar messy outcome.

"Are you a chemist or a Pinterest user?" Jones asks pointedly, watching Izabella.

"Neither. I am in nursing school so I do not have time for Pinterest. I used to science when I was small. Biology, chemistry, physics. biology, chemistry...physics…that was a long time ago."

"Can I help you fetch some backup clothes?"

She laughs and checks the goop in her palms, "My bag is the-."

"Let me guess; the purple one? Do you have another backup purple button down?"

She nods, "I do."

"I'll be back."

"Spasibo. Thank you."

Rick grins and tests his own Russian quietly, "Spasibo."

When Izabella steps out in fresh clothes, Lucy meets her in passing. The two share an awkward stare before Jameson turns to face her, bucket in hand post cleanup;

"…you were never supposed to come through the door first, like, you weren't our target. Okay?"

"Hmm," Izabella ties her short hair back.

Lucy rolls her eyes and elaborates, "Anna's green stuff was supposed to fall on Garrett, not you, that's what I mean."

"I see," Izabella vaguely addresses her remark and follows Lucy to the slop sink, "It might be in your best interest to lay low when it comes to Garrett and Riley. They seem pretty serious, I wouldn't get in the middle-."

"Try to lecture me about behaving one more time and you'll get punched. I've moved on from Garrett. He might've been my first and damn he's hot but I've moved on. So…lay off of me," Lucy retorts shamelessly.

Izabella speaks up bravely, despite her fingers reaching to tug at her necklace, "I want to talk with you."

Lucy sighs, running her tongue against her teeth. She turns the knob to increase the water flow and hopefully drown out Izabella's voice;

"Talk about what. How my life turned upside down the day you decided to be a hero?"

Izabella tugs her fingers, "I don't know why you hate me. I never meant to hurt anyone."

Lucy turns to face her, bucket clanking against the sink, "You did, you hurt all of us, Izzy. The whole city suffered because of you. You made the two most capable peacekeepers in the universe completely disappear."

Izabella has her eyes brimming with tears over once again being shouted out. She's received multiple scoldings from Tony- enough for one lifetime;

"I had to do something! If I just stand there, they die!"

"There was a funeral for the people you claim to have 'saved'. So please, enlighten me on how you 'saved them'."

"Lucy-!"

"If you just let the bulletproof Hulk and Black Widow do their thing."

"I had to-!"

"-Because I don't know if you forget but Bruce Banner? He's the Hulk, you know? Kind of huge and green and oh! Indestructible!"

"It was a bomb."

"-they've survived worse than bombings. And Alex would've been fine-."

"You were not there."

"My parents and I had just left that room. You don't know what would've happened if you just sat back and let them handle it."

Izabella shakes her head, lip quivering, "No. I had to try."

"If mom was honest about what she's shared -debatable given her record with me- almost every time you've impulsively used your powers it's ended in tragedy."

Izabella swallows hard.

Lucy attacks harder now that she has the upper hand, "You lost Bruce in Russia, then you tried to fight years later and got a bullet across your palms, and then there was the accident, where you finally managed to take my family from me. For good that time. And not just, my mom's cousin and his wife and their dog-."

Izabella tugs at her red tinted hair repeating tearfully, "I had to try! I never meant-."

"Yeah we know. You just! You don't get it. You can cry all you want- you're good at that, you can apologize over and over again, and feel sorry and whatever, you can try to keep their legacy alive by...doing whatever you're doing with Aunt Nat's stones around your neck, by wearing his colors and her leggings I'm not an idiot, I see what you're doing. Here's the thing Izzy; You're not blood! You don't know what we went through as actual family! What my mother went through. And- Ugh! I fucking hate that stupid Stark crystal around your neck, I really, truly have this undeniable urge to smash it- But none of that will bring them back! Nothing of what you are actually doing will help! We don't get the past six years back- you can't make up for it. I don't get the past 6 years of my life back- I don't get that time with my dad back-!"

"How is that my fault?!"

Lucy laughs with her own anxiety, letting the bucket on her hands fall in the sink.

"Seriously?!" Lucy's scream rattles Izabella, "You set me off! I blew up! I totally went into my red zone, you literally pulled out an alter ego version of myself, that led to me...fighting constantly with my dad."

"Lucy…"

She trembles lightly, "I became the monster that led to my parents divorce. I fought with my father until I physically broke his leg and he clawed me up. So my mother made the call to take me and tried to keep me away from him. Which led to me drinking, and drugging, and fighting, so! I have you to thank for my current hell- for my breakup with probably the coolest girl in the universe, Nah, the coolest girl I've ever met. Because the yellow-eyed freak that I turned into, makes more money fighting than she does dancing. And after years of poor decisions, I barely have options anymore! I never finished high school, I'm not smart like you; Miss 'I'm pursuing a Doctorate in Medicine'. God! If you've read the papers at all, you'd see that I'm not some pretty green thing! Oh no. But you knew that, already didn't you. That I had abilities. That I was a risk…"

Izabella swallows hard with a lie already on her tongue. She'll keep her childhood visions of Lucy destroying Cap's shield, fighting against Bruce, hurting Antonia, until the day she dies, "No. I did not."

"No? Riley didn't tell you that it was me? That her accident was my fault?! Because it was! I threw some red-zoned punches and knocked the nerves behind her eyes all out of whack. And you know what? I actually admit it! It was me who hurt her. I'm not a goddamn coward, like you."

"Steve told me. Riley will take that secret to her grave because she is a good person."

Lucy shakes her head and gnaws are her inner cheek.

Izabella's head tilts, "We were sisters who had each other's backs. And I tried to reach you but you would not let me in. You shut us all out."

"I was upset! I lost everything-."

"You weren't the only one who lost everything-."

"-Here we go," Lucy scoffs, mostly to herself and fills her bucket up onto the ledge once it's full.

Izabella fiercely focuses on the back of her friend's head, "They were my everything. Lucy, I've told you this before; My mother died trying to protect me and I didn't know my father. When I met Vrach …"

Both girls visibly flinch at the nickname, grief glossing over their eyes.

Lucy's head whip to find her friend's eyes forces Isabella to correct herself, "When Bruce and Natasha saved me and showed they cared for me, I found a home with them. And when I discovered my powers, he helped me. They made me feel that I had something to offer the world with or without these abilities. I never felt alone when they were here. I would stay on a video call or on the phone with Natasha long after midnight before Aunt Svetlana and I moved to New York. They would drop everything in the second to help with my homework, they were kind and loved me…as if I were their daughter. And I loved them. I loved them so much. I spent every day in their home. I had the key to the laboratory, the key to their home. I knew Tony would call at 5:00 every night and beg Bruce to come downstairs to their lab. Anna couldn't sleep without her pink blanket- and she would always leave it on their sofa whenever she stayed over. Which was a lot. I knew when they were fighting, when they were getting along...Whenever I needed them, they were there. I know how much Vrach loved me…he was the closest thing to a father I will ever know. I know I was his favorite-."

"No shit."

"-I am not stupid. He made me feel special, and loved and important. And Natasha was a second mother after Svetlana. No, I am not blood. But I loved them as if they were my family and that's why I want to keep them with me. Judge me if you want but that is why. I wish I could do things differently. I wish I could take away your pain. No one looked at me the same after the accident."

Lucy stands still, finger rubbing over the budget while she listens to her friend's vulnerable remarks.

Izabella looks elsewhere momentarily, "Tony hates me after I failed him so many times. You're not the only one who is hurting. And for Riley? And for Violet…They do have families now, only because of Natasha. But on that day, the lost their 'mother' too. I've done things I regret, we all have. I am sorry for your life. I am sorry your mother kept you from your father-."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I am sure it was only to protect you. I do not think that was the right thing but you have a mother who loves you."

Lucy scoffs, "You've got moxie for coming at me with that one."

"-Maybe you need to take responsibility for the choices you make in your life. Maybe it is time to stop blaming me for an accident I could not control. Maybe you should stop blaming every poor decision you've made in the past six years on your mother who was just trying to protect you, in her own way. And. Right now, we have to focus on the mission to help our city. We need to work together to stop HYDRA. And after this, if we never see each other again, that is fine," Izabella takes a shuddering inhale, "But...if you can find some way to forgive me...I miss my best friend."

Lucy takes a frustrating breath, her hands clenching into fist. She hates being called out and is tempted to bite back. Her eyes lower and fall onto the scars on each of Izabella's palms. They're presumably a daily reminder of the incident- of what she can't do.

"Have you used your powers since...?"

"No," Izabella mutters, "Not since searching a thousand alternate dimensions with Mr. Stark and Steve."

"Why not?"

"Because my powers only bring trouble."

Izabella takes the refilled bucket from Lucy's hands with a firm grip and heads back to the mess.

Lucy watches as her friend walk away, mulling over their conversation;

"A little trouble isn't always a bad thing-."

"Yes, it is!" Izabella immediately hollers back, a small smile on her face while she brushes a remaining tear off her cheek with the back of her fingers.

"I don't suppose you've silenced my guards to drop off a book, Agent Romanova."

Natasha holds a grin as Loki turns in his cell to face the redhead standing outside of it, "No I have not."

"Shall I call you that, Romanoff? 'Agent' still? Or would you prefer the title of 'Lady'?"

Romanoff circles the space, comfortable in her elegant Asgardian wardrobe, "Call me anything you want except for a 'fool'. You can try all you want to outsmart me, but uh…I don't think I need to reference our tally so far?"

"Oh Romanoff, how I am glad to see you. It's been so long. The board is set for a rematch."

"Let's start with Agmundr," her arms crossed.

Loki turns away from her and circles his cell with a sigh, "I know not what you mean-."

"Agmundr. He's gotten awfully close to you."

He wiggles his fingers, jaw open, "Does that surprise you?"

"I don't trust you."

"I assure you,' Loki spews harsher than intended, 'the feeling is mutual!"

"You're really not that good at keeping secrets if you truly believe you can confide in a child," her head tilts.

"The boy is useless, but you already know this,' Loki answers with sass, 'He is merely a means to an end. And the more you withhold from him, the more you deny the boy what he wants, the more he will pursue it."

"Tell me something I don't know-."

"Not a chance."

She laughs briefly to herself, running a hand through her hair, "Despite what you think; Agmundr does talk. Or maybe you want news to spread?"

Loki shakes his head, "You believe I do! And that is why, you have hidden this from my brother. You think you know the game I play! You believe you can follow the path-."

"Are you going to tell me about these Norn Stones or do I have to wait until I open the mystery box of things you've hoarded?"

Loki grows steadily more angry, "You and your half green mortal companion have no idea what you're dealing with!"

"Tell me, enlighten me," her eyes glue onto his.

His fists clench and unclench, having worked his way back up to the glass. Loki answers as if it's pulling teeth;

"There is a book in the library- records of the stones in which you speak. The stories and legends are true."

"Why do you need them?"

Loki grins almost evilly, "Why don't you run along and find out? I'm sure the man behind the monster has library access-."

"-I have a meeting to get to and you're wasting my time. There are bigger threats to deal with at this time. I only came down here to warn you, Loki. Stay away from Agmundr and Agatha. If you hurt them, I will send the hulk after you; Do I make myself clear?"

Loki holds his smirk, crossing his arms to mock her pose, "Perfectly."