Garrett leads Riley to the door, a hand under her arm. She rolls into her dialogue the second the door opens and reaches out with her mind;

"Miss Darcy Lewis I am here on behalf of my mother Director Maria Hill-."

"Ehhh Dr. It's Dr. Lewis,' Darcy corrects, 'You didn't happen to bring an iPod with you?"

"No ma'am. May we come in?"

"Uh…"

Darcy Lewis looks out of her small apartment, hair a mess. She widens the door's opening as a sign the children can now enter.

"Don't touch that," she directs her sharpness toward a curious Antonia.

Like father, like daughter .

"Excuse her, she likes shiny buttons," Lucy stumbles toward the fridge, "What do you have drinks wise? I'm parched."

Darcy leans outside her door, "Where did you all…park? Hill said there was a jet coming. Is it invisible? How likely is it to draw attention to my whereabouts?! I sorta have wanted tech-..."

Brody laughs, "It's a SHIELD vehicle, I don't ask too many questions. But, no way it draws attention."

"It's New Mexico, the world thinks we have UFO's landing on the regular which is only half true-."

"The jet's invisible."

"Perfect."

Riley pushes her way through, leaning on Garrett who offers her a chair while she feels for her Braille documents, "I hate to get straight to business."

Darcy snatches a beer out of Lucy's hands, shoving it back into the refrigerator, "Are you the leader?"

Riley grins sarcastically, "Yes. Are we going to have a problem-."

"Nahh! I think the Blind Bandit is awesome. Can I bother you for an autograph before you leave? Do you sign autographs?"

Riley licks her upper teeth, "I will sign whatever you want me to sign when you tell me where Thor is and how to reach him. My mother mentioned your tech and latest inventions could be of use to us? Signaling to other worlds?"

Darcy laughs and addresses her machines, "Touchy subjects…My once best friend boss sorta ditched me for the said spaceman. And I'll tell you what I told Director Hill, I haven't seen them in years. If you can figure out my equipment glitches go for it."

Antonia throws her hair over her shoulder, "I would but the mean lady won't let me touch it!"

"Shh. I know, she's mean,' Lucy sarcastically soothes, 'She won't let me touch her beer cans either."

Brody shrugs off his jacket with a half smile, his dark brown eyes nodding toward Darcy, "I've learned a thing or two about fuses. Where is the machine? I can take a look at it and at least rule out a dead fuse?"

She lifts a hand with a flourishing gesture, "Go for it...But be careful. It's not a tinker toy!"

Brody rolls his head.

Darcy cringes, "I'm sorry, I can't help it. You look so young."

Antonia rolls her eyes and continues, with Stark sass, "Brody? Can I help you recalibrate this beautiful specimen?"

Brody laughs and kindly entertains her, "I guess you kind of grew up around these sorts of wires, huh?"

"You should see my house. There's an epic laser maze in the basement. Daddy and I built it. Can I touch it now?"

Darcy lifts both of her forefingers, pointing to nowhere in particular, "I! Just! Don't get electrocuted. Injuring you, small, Stark child, could get expensive…Suing and all that."

Brody is eager to get to work, addressing the equipment he's currently underneath, "Izzy? Can I get a hand over here?"

"But I'm here, I'm the hand," Antonia whines with a convincing pout that would guilt the universe into giving the girl whatever she wants.

Brody sighs, finally understanding Rhodey's frustrations with a touchy Stark, "I need bigger hands."

Izabella moves in, pulling a plug that shoots up a spark.

Brody feels validated. He points, "See?! That's why."

Antonia rolls her eyes, "So?! I've seen sparks before!"

Darcy performs a headcount for the fourth time since the kids got there, squinting when she finally speaks up, "Y'all realize this is a one bedroom apartment, right?"

Riley stands with a huff, "We can sleep on the jet if this is looking like an overnight project. I'll pay you to keep Lucy on the sofa."

Lucy bats her eyelashes.

Darcy laughs, "Um. No?"

"So what else is here? In a desert city. Other than evil Ross people," Lucy plops onto the sofa.

"Ross,' Rick tugs at his hair, 'why do I know Ross...Dr. Ross, Professor Ross…Someone help me."

"You're a nerd so maybe you knew the doctor and professor?"

"Yeah,' he sinks slowly into a nearby chair, 'maybe…"

Darcy lifts her hands and claps, "Pizza, anyone? I can provide food and bad science puns. I can also help science wise once you turn that thing on but...More puns than food; mostly because I'm maxed out on the credit card."

"Pepperoni please," Garrett politely lifts a finger.

Riley elbows him, "We have food on the jet."

Her phone buzzes next, announcing the call being from Maria Hill. Garrett stays with Riley as they step outside the apartment to answer and the door closes behind them.

Rick crouches beside the Mikhailov siblings, "How can I help?"

"Here, please lift this for me?" Izabella lowers her focus on the metal disc Rick gladly holds.

"You really know what you're doing," The Jones boy asks with a subtle blush.

Izabella only briefly looks up, "Why wouldn't I?"

"No, I just…! You're smart, is all."

Brody glares, hoping to catch Rick's ear sometime soon with a protective-brother-chat.

"Keep going,' Lucy whispers loudly over Rick's shoulder, 'she loves compliments on her brains!"

"Okay geez,' Rick lifts his chin to squirm, 'you had to make a regular conversation weird?"

"Weird is my middle name. You see these eyes? I was born this way."

"Bright yellow, huh?"

"The biggest draw and ultimate repulser upon finding out they glow; The final warning before it goes to shit-."

"Don't move too much," Izabella steadies Rick's hands.

The two jump when their fingers touch, a green spark emitting in between them. Mikhailov looks as though she's seen a ghost, color drained from her cheeks.

Rick laughs it off and waves his hand, "Ow! Geez! I've never felt static that intense."

"That's not static," Lucy's molars shut tight post whisper.

Brody looks up from the machine to see what he's missed.

Rick laughs once again, "Then what the heck was it? I might not remember where I'm from but I remember what static feels like-."

"It's my powers," Izabella only momentarily lifts the metal piece from Rick's hold and leaves it on top of the machine behind her.

Lucy snaps her fingers, "You mentioned seeing green puff pre disappearance plus memory loss back at the party! What shade was it?"

Rick shrugs, "Green?"

She laughs, "No. Okay. See, you're talking to the daughter of the green queen. So I know green. Stop me when one sounds right; Forest? Lime? Olive, moss, pine-."

Darcy interrupts with a shout from the kitchen, "Pizza will be here in thirty minutes!"

"-kelly green, mint, vomit green."

Rick points to the space between he and Izabella, " That green. Whatever that shade was."

Izabella's heart is slowly picking up its pace, adjusting her hair behind her ears;

"I have questions I need you to answer."

Rick swallows, never looking away from her eyes, "Yes ma'am."

"Do you have gamma?"

His eyes shift thoughtfully, "No, I don't have gamma."

"Your blood type…"

"O positive…Why do you need my blood type?"

Lucy coughs, "Last four digits of your social security number."

He glares over his shoulder, "You're-! Something else."

"In how many universes does the hulk have babies?" Riley asks upon re entry, clearly back to mind reading when Rick suddenly holds his head.

Brody laughs, "At least the twins in that one universe Izzy went to."

Lucy's smile widens, "Damn! You think Rick and I are cousins?!"

Rick gags subconsciously and slips verbally, "Oh god no."

"Rude!" She slaps his shoulder.

"Ow!" He groans, "…Your mom's theory was similar-."

"Don't care."

Brody circles back around, "Miss Walters thinks you're from another world?"

Rick shrugs, "I-…It was one of the things we discussed. It seems impossible."

Lucy lifts her chin, "Not for someone who makes entire cities disappear."

"Izzy's warpy thing? That's what you're talking about? The thing you're all freaking out over?"

"Yeah."

"What does that have to do with me? I've never met Izzy before."

"Anyone in 'Izzy's' vicinity when she charges up her powers could become collateral damage," Lucy mocks.

Izabella immediately looks at her scarred palms, rubbing her hands together.

Brody sits next to her in support, "It's just a theory. Izzy has never had memory issues with individuals post warp."

"It is possible," Izabella snaps her fists shut and cringes almost painfully, "Years ago, I set out to find our lost mentors..that's a way longer story, you know the basics. I went to over one hundred seventy four different dimensions to search for them with Hawkeye, Iron Man, and Captain America. I warped us to all of those places; cities, countries, worlds...I think you might have ended up I in one of these warps."

Rick turns with a concerned focus, thoroughly shaken, "If I'm hearing you correctly; I don't belong in this world? I'm from..somewhere else?"

"Okay- someone needs to get Izzy a sketchbook," Brody calls out.

Garrett tosses a pad, Lucy hands her friend a pencil and Izabella goes into her elaborate explanation of her threads, the dimensions, and different timelines, doppelgängers and the like…

Darcy chews loudly in the corner, offering some of her cheesy popcorn to Antonia, in an effort to cheer her up from having been sidelined.

Once Izabella is finished, Rick nods again and looks over the group, "So...you can just undo it, right? Send me back and voilà."

Izabella sighs and stammers through her words, "I don't know which thread you're from."

"I'm stuck?"

"Not stuck just...we do not have enough information. Stark recorded everything, all of the worlds we went to, but for that we might have to go back to New York."

Darcy munches, "And if she doesn't wanna send you home with her pixie dust, we'd need to find another scientist of sorts. Lucky for you I know a guy here in New Mexico who might just be up for this kind of weird and crazy. As long as he's not back in a mental home. Totally irrelevant."

"It is not that I don't want to," Izzy mumbles.

"Doorbell," Riley announces seconds before it rings.

Darcy and Antonia run off to get their food.

"I'm so sorry Rick,' Izabella pleads, 'I keep screwing up."

The boy just smiles, "It's okay, I forgive you. It'll be fine. I mean, what am I going to do? Hate you for six more years?! That's just petty and dumb. I can't get back what I've lost. Crying about it won't help."

Lucy wrinkles her nose. Izabella scoffs sadly and hides her face in her hands.

Rick continues, rubbing her shoulder- hesitant at first. He scratches his head, a bit distant and thoughtful;

"How does it work?"

Izabella sighs, "There's radiation in my blood, it's mixed with other things..chemicals. Remnants of the Super Serum and a fraction of what was used in the Black Widow programs. Dr. Banner once analyzed it and identified everything."

"I see."

Lucy rolls her eyes and stands to go grab herself some food.

Darcy lifts one of the provided plates from her delivery guy and looks over toward Izabella and Rick, "One slice? Two slices? What-dayawant?"

Rick tugs at his hair and stands with a shaky maneuver, eyeing the door, "I um...I just need some air. I'll be right back…"

"I feel like I know him. He's cute!" Darcy mutters after Rick leaves.

"He doesn't hate you," Riley mumbles with a mouthful of pizza.

Izabella focuses on Riley, fully aware that her mind has just been read, "What?"

"Nobody hates you. So quit the self sabotage."

"I do," Lucy raises her hand.

"Shut up, Lucy!" Three voices sound off at the same time.

Riley groans...of course it's the one mind she can't read that has decided to speak up;

"You don't hate her."

Lucy seems to accept the response, focusing her pizza and choosing to fiddle with her food.

With a cringe full of disgust she moves away from the team- from Izabella specifically- over toward the window to eat alone and sort through her emotions/ADHD.

Izabella whispers when she's close enough to Riley, biting her lip timidly, "Can you read Rick?"

"Ugh,' Riley groans again, tempted to just facepalm on the pizza and drown, 'No."

"I want to know-."

"So ask him like a person does."

Izzy pouts before sticking her tongue out at her friend.

"Settle down, Mikhailov,' Riley lifts a hand, 'I felt that energy."

She smirks, poking at her food and looking over toward a distant Lucy who chooses to sit alone.