Thor's procedures post the 'science scan' are manticulate and purposeful. He has a special place underneath the palace where he insists on laying the box.

But Agmundr knows how to watch from a secret rafter, he's led Agatha and Agmundr to this spot, crouched to get the best view.

Antonia nudges her new friends and points eagerly, "Is that the Tesseract?"

"Yeah," Agatha smiles proudly, showing off the collection further to the right.

Antonia is mezmorized, "My Stark Tablet would never go dead on that battery! What is the charge?"

Agatha shrugs, "What's a Stark Tablet?"

"My signature is on every product box in pink under my mom's," Antonia boasts with little explanation. In her world the only questions ever asked to her are about Stark Industries. Why anyone would need further elaboration doesn't compute.

"What's a 'product box'?"

"A box? For products? My dad makes really cool robots and tech and stuff."

Agatha couldn't care less, preoccupied with outing her brother, "Agmundr tried to steal the tesseract once."

The boy sticks his tongue out, "No I didn't!"

"Yeah you did! Probably for Uncle Loookkkiii!"

"You stupid sister! You're a butthead!"

"I'm telling mom!"

He tries to choke hold her, giving up when Agatha pretends to squeal, "No you won't! Because you'd have to tell her where you were. And she thinks we're still in the lab closet!"

Agatha crosses her arms, "I won't tell her if you give me your dessert for a week."

"That's not fair Aggie!"

She smirks, lifting an eyebrow, "Dessert! Or I'm telling mom."

"Fine! Whatever, I don't like dessert anyways. Because it's gross, like you," The boy relents in anger, looking back to watch their dad secure their newest artifacts.

Antonia checks her nails casually, "I wanna see one of those alien churros that attacked New York."

Agmundr laughs, "What's a churro?"

"Oh! She means Chitari. We have a dead one on display in daddy's honor!" Agatha nods with excitement, hoping to get Anna on board.

"A dead churro?!" Antonia looks concerned.

"No! A dead Chitari."

Agmundr laughs, "It's only interesting if you want to see a corpse."

Agatha huffs and crosses her arms, "The battle of New York was one of daddy's greatest battles."

"You're stupid."

"You're stupider!"

Antonia lays a hand on her hip disapprovingly, "My mom says 'name calling isn't a proper way to end a dispute unless you're married to the dummy who created Dum-E…"

"You just don't understand because you don't have a dumb sister who crushes your dreams in life," Agmundr bites back and moves to lead them out from their hiding spot.

Agatha's temper flares when her brother zaps her with a touch, sparks bouncing off of her arm. The girl is on the verge of screaming when she takes the deepest inhale of her life. Her cheeks turn red and a storm cloud hovers outside, "I'm telling daddy what you did! And Aunt Sif! And Uncle Volstagg! And Aunt Brunnhilde! And mom! And Aunt Natasha! And she'll tell the hulk!"

Antonia starts to crawl behind the twins, "Your security team is impressive! How many robots babysit you?"

"Well?" Natasha starts, fixating off in the distance at the far side of their apartment. She has a knife in one hand, fluffing her hair with the other.

Bruce looks up from his bookshelf sorting, piles everywhere as he sits on the ground with cracked lenses on his face.

He looks over the frame, "Are you okay?"

She scoffs, addressing his pile with her blade, "Why are we making a mess?"

He looks at the books surrounding him, "I came home to a mess. Alex, must've knocked the shelf over."

"That's unlike him."

"Maybe he was startled."

She points to her hair, "What do you think?"

Bruce looks up again, refocusing on the sadness in her stare, "It looks like you had a fight with your favorite kid, so you chugged a gallon of Asgardian Mead and then chopped your hair in a drunken rage."

"Thanks," she crosses her arms.

"Sorry, Tasha,' he backpedals, 'You look nice….And now you're pouting."

She scoffs over his expression, "Look in the mirror."

"Talk to me."

She forces a sarcastic smile, throwing the knife onto the table, "I just spent my day getting guilt tripped by a teenager."

He laughs, thinking of Izabella, "I see…"

"I was told that if I don't go back to Earth, I don't care about anyone living there."

"That's how they feel. Izzy said-."

"So you hate the cut,' she tugs at the end of her black flowy top, wrapped at the waist, 'More or less than Riley hates my soul?"

"I don't hate it, it looks nice,' he stands with another laugh, soft eyes falling on hers, 'Riley doesn't hate you. The girls are just confused. We should tell them why-."

Natasha tugs at her shoulders, rolling her fingers over a sore spot, "Defending Asgard isn't where I thought I'd end up either but it's where I'm at."

He settles next to her in a timid stance, hand at the back of her neck to locate and address the pinched nerve, "Thor asked if we were...going."

Her own hands drop, letting him work at her muscles, "And you said?"

"Maybe-."

"-No! No. Sorry Vrach ,' she swats him away, 'I won't."

"Tasha?"

She pivots heading for her drink left on the counter and chugs the rest, "I'm not going. Do you realize Loki could outsmart us any day now that the rest of the stones are here."

"Natasha…"

"-If he gets out that's on me and my conscience."

"What I'm trying to say is that you're trying to fight a battle that's not yours. You've done all you possibly can- we both have. It's not our fight-."

"…and Earth is?! If we go back we're obligated to fight against HYDRA. That includes,' she points, hand on her hip, 'the kid we raised and however many others they've taken from us. I'm not doing it. I can't. You want to go confront Linda?!"

"No," he shrinks into himself, stays quiet and tosses his glasses on the table.

Her voice softens, "Haven't we been through enough? You're here, I'm here, we're happy. The hulk is accepted. We have a purpose."

He looks off his shoulder, gnawing at his cheek, "They're drowning, Natasha. They're kids."

"Riley is a professional spy and Izabella can apparently hop across realms."

"And my niece is a jailbird, apparently," he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Natasha reaches to hold his hand, "Hey."

"I don't want to fight either, trust me. But-."

She laughs coldly, "We don't even know if we'd be invited back onto the team. They could turn on us and feel the same betrayal the kids do. And then what? You're going to fight Tony?"

"Hulk would win," he mumbles, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'd be so proud,' Natasha drops her hand onto the table, taking her knife back, 'I'm going to bed. Where's my dog?"

"With Izabella."

She groans and steps back into the bedroom with a huff, "Of course he is."

Riley claims her own room, forcing Lucy and Izabella to share.

Izabella is awake on her bed that's squashed next to Lucy's; the girls' own doing.

"Get a little closer, why don't you?" Lucy remarks.

Izabella grits her teeth and pushes her bed an inch closer in an attempt to shake Lucy's;

"It is Tower sleepovers all over again."

Lucy snickers and chucks her pillow toward Izabella's face.

Izabella throws it back and settles into her place with Alex yawning at her feet.

Bruce and Natasha are on Izabella's mind. They're unusually hard to read, full of secrets, and a bit closed off. And their temporary 'goodbye' feels like something deeper- another wound for Izabella if they're forced to part again.

Her thoughts switch to her visions, nervously toying with her necklace, wondering about the ultimate fate of Steve, and the hulk…

Lucy is reading something quietly, comfortable with a knee swinging from side to side. She tugs at the single blue streak in her hair, completely fixated on her book.

Izabella bites her lip, "Do you think they'll come home with us?"

"Who the- what now?" Lucy slams her book shut.

Her friend sighs, "Natasha and Vrach. "

Lucy puffs her cheeks and laughs through the exhale, "Not a chance. They want to retire from earth- have you seen their apartment?! Who would leave that view?!... I wouldn't leave. I mean, screw the apartment, have you seen the hunky bodyguard?"

"Lucy…"

"And Valkyrie?! She's legit achieved maximum hotness with those curves everywhere-am I right?- If you share this with anyone I'll deny it! Cause she'll murder me! R.I.P Lucile Elaine. Here lay the bitch who thought she could kiss a demigod and live."

"You want to make out with everyone," Izabella hides her face and laughs nervously.

"Is that a stain on your shirt? Made you look!"

She brushes her hair behind her ears, "Natasha and Vrach ?"

The girl twitches, as if she's resetting herself, "Sorry! Focusing! Uncle B and Aunt Nat! You were trying hard with Uncle B earlier."

Izabella bites her lip, "Did it work?"

Lucy shifts with a sassy grin, "Let me explain something to you; You weren't talking to 'the boss', you were talking to 'the supervisor'. If they're like my parents then he has to do whatever she says. And if Riley completely pissed off Aunt Nat, AKA, 'the boss', like I think she did, we're screwed. I mean- correction: you guys are screwed. I'm just here to babysit. I don't work for SHIELD."

"I don't either-."

Lucy sits back on her hands, "We can't even say 'Linda' without them shutting down. Aunt Nat's eyes get all twitchy. That's why I kept saying it over dinner, just to get that glitch going. Did you see it?"

She nudges Izabella, trying hard to get her friend to break. Mikhailov let's her head fall and her eyes go vacant.

Lucy pushes her friend's shoulder a little harder, "I can't talk, I'm... busy."

Izabella snaps, frustrated with her friend, "With what-."

"Eh! Twenty-one and over," Lucy slips back out of Izabella's reach, clutching her book underneath the blanket.

"You're barely older than me... rasslablyat'sya ."

"-Okay well I'M not the overly sensitive Capricorn here- don't touch my things."

Mikhailov chuckles nervously, trying not to raise her volume as they scramble over their blankets, "What are you reading? Why are you being weirder than usual-."

"That implies I'm weird on the regular! You're pardoned. What do ya want from me?"

Izabella manages to uncover the book, her eyes wide with a slightly slack jaw, "Where did you get that? Did you steal it from the library?!"

"Psh! Way easier; it was in Uncle's apartment," Lucy quickly covers it.

"You stole it," Izabella reaches across to remove the blanket.

"Borrowed! He'll never even know this one is missing. I knocked over the shelf and had Alex leave a bite bark. So we can blame the dog and his two inch canine."

"We?! I'm not part of this."

"The dog said it was okay,' She reaches to scratch the mutt, 'Isn't that right good boy! My puppy cousin."

"Lucy…"

"I'm reading! It's a rare sight, truly."

Izabella shakes her head slowly, "About the stones? Why?"

"I was curious?! Why are you suddenly acting like curiosity is such a bad thing- you're a science freak. You love reading, we spent two hours at the library earlier!"

"Thor said the stones were not to be messed with. Please stay on topic. The whole scan in the lab- you saw the radioactivity-." Izabella scoops it into her hands.

"Eh,' Lucy blows her bangs from her forehead, 'Give it back to me and I'll explain it to you, child."

" Sledi za svaim rtom . I dare you to keep calling me a child."

"Hard pass. Those eyes are scary and I'm starting to empathize with Uncle B. Riling up your angry Russian mom slash boss is a bad idea,' she tugs it back, skimming the pages excitedly, 'Look Izzy; These things are full of so much potential- I mean! You heard Jane earlier. They have the power to affect reality, to change it."

Izabella widens her eyes with a realization, "Oh no.."

"To change, our current realities...do you realize what that means."

"Lucy," Izabella shakes her head faster.

"-The HYDRA situation could just go 'poof',' she slaps her book shut, 'The past six years?! Poof! If these stones are wielded for good with pure intentions, the past six years Izzy...none of it has to happen this way. Think about it-!"

" Dastatachna ," the concern in her stare only deepens despite Jameson's excitement.

"We don't have to mourn anyone, you and I don't have to spend six years of our lives apart- we can change what I did to Riley! We can prevent Linda from getting adopted by the wrong people- our ENTIRE reality could change for the better. We could fix this mess. Izzy! Think of what we could do, together,' Lucy shifts to face Izabella sitting on her heels, 'Unlimited! Glinda!"

"It goes against the thermodynamic arrow of time-."

Lucy reaches to take her friend's hand, "Stop thinking logically for five seconds. We are someplace where we actually make a difference and magic is real."

"Yes! In Asgard! Where you cannot wield magic without consequence."

"It's me! I could get hit by a missile and nothing happens. What's the worst that could happen?"

Izabella takes her hands back, "This is not about you! The damage you can cause by- making mistake-."

Lucy tugs her friend's arm, "Think of what could happen with you and me at the helm. You can do so much more than just warp things with your powers and with my help-?!- maybe-Maybe you can direct me and help channel the energy- We could get our lives back. And when we're finished?! We could travel to other realms! I mean there's nothing keeping me on Earth and we could be such a power duo! We could save universes-! We could have celebratory martinis on Long Beach every Tuesday after you turn twenty-one."

Izabella continues to tug nervously at her hair, "This is insane…"

"Not impossible."

"You want shortcut," she spews, slipping into older speech patterns.

Lucy gasps a bit, "I'm trying to help. You told me to take responsibility, I'm taking responsibility-."

"There is no logic."

"Why are you so adamant about not even trying-!" She huffs, lowers her head and starts to shut down.

"This not work!"

"You don't trust me…That's fine. No one does."

"Lucy,' she hides her face, 'We. Can't. Change the past."

"You won't listen to me."

Izabella sighs, trying to reach her friend, " Ty menya ne slushayesh- ."

"Izzy, I can barely comprehend English. Do you mind sticking to it for now?! I'm getting upset-."

"Thor said they were dangerous. I saw-."

Lucy sinks, eyeing Alex who perks his head up. She rolls her tongue over her teeth, "You're too scared to break a few rules. And I'm really starting to feel like you don't trust me."

"I trust you. Despite constantly bullying me,' Izabella rolls her eyes, 'one minute you're nice and the next you're-! Are you, okay?"

She huffs a forced half laugh and shakes her head, yellow eyes low, "I have walls up Izzy! Okay?! You don't know everything!"

"So do I!"

"Do you trust me or not?!" She stands and circles.

"Yes!"

"You're a terrible liar. What sucks is that I really thought we could be friends again, be grownups about everything."

"We are," Izabella tries to catch her friend's shoulder, pulling back when Lucy rips from her hold and moves to stand.

"Then stop lying! Are you afraid of me? What I can do-! You think I'm unhinged just like everybody else. Say it! Say I'm a monster! Just do it and get it over with!"

"Don't say that, please. I care about you! You are having an episode-. Are you still on pills? I can try to warp them-."

"Izabella! You're the one who is bullying right now-! Why are you acting so terrified?!"

"I know what happens in New York!" Izabella confesses, her eyes and her fists clenched.

"..What?" Lucy nearly stumbled over a blanket as she stands. Alex circles, his tail up and alert.

The Russian swallows, slowly opening her eyes through her confession, "You're right. My mist does more than warp. I can, see the future."

Lucy's pacing only serves to make Mikhailov more uncomfortable, "Who else have you told?"

Izabella holds her palm, "Steve knows-. Vrach knows... I can see things. Future things."

"Okay…"

"…Please, don't hate me."

"You see the future. So what. You know everything? Shocker, there!"

"I don't,' she moves to stand, 'I've only seen very little. It's fragments, images. I...it happened accidentally years ago and I saw, your, eyes. Before we even met. And...dark, things."

"My eyes,' Lucy scoffs coldly and pulls away, 'you're saying...you knew I had powers- basically...Wow. So now the truth comes out."

"I didn't know it was you-."

"How many yellow eyed freaks do you know?! You knew this the whole time?!"

The girls start to circle each other.

Lucy points, "You knew I had powers before I even found out! My god and now you think I'm a menace because- of something you somehow had a dream about-."

Izabella tries to breathe and wiggles her finger, "I don't dream about them, I see them. I'm not projecting some faulty perception, I know-."

"Stop,' Lucy forces Izzy's hand down, chest rising and falling a bit more rapidly, 'I already know I'm a monster, that's all anyone says I don't need to see it-!"

"Lucy! Stop. You're my best friend- Please, we need to talk."

She tightens her fists, knee bouncing steadily much like someone else Izabella knows. She has nervous triggers, her eyes flickering in and out of their standard shade, "You need to get out of my way before I throw you through the door. I'm seconds away from my red zone right now and you know I can't control it."

"Okay,' Izabella tries to keep eye contact and stand closer to her friend, 'breathe."

"Don't tell me to breathe!"

"I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you-."

"No, of course not! You're so worried about protecting yourself, making sure your image stays intact that you didn't have the guts to-! You hid who I was and lied instead?! I thought we told each other everything. I thought! We were rebuilding what we had- I don't even know what we had anymore! Congratulations Izzy, you got your wish,' she points to the nearby barrier, 'you're just like them. Weak. Selfish. Hiding because you can't handle confrontation!"

Izabella glares, pushing Lucy from off of her in a rage, "Do not call Natasha and Vrach weak!"

Lucy flails, wanting to throw a punch or two, "I just did! What are you gonna do about it? I'm the evil one so you might as well warp me to some planet right?! Prevent whatever horrible things I'm destined to do next just because your hands told you something!"

"You hurt everyone I care about in my visions! Heroes fall because of you," Izabella wiggles her fingers with a green spark between them.

"And you know how that feels, don't you?! Making heroes fall?!"

"Stop."

"At least we've had practice with loss, thanks to you!"

"Stop!"

"The fact that I've been living with hurting Riley, making her go blind- did you see that in a vision too?! That makes you just as, if not, more guilty than me!"

"STOP!"

"But hey! If pinning some of your mistakes on me makes you feel better about yourself, go for it!"

Izabella takes a swing, a jolt of green energy pushing forward in one spark after the other. It's a darker act, using her powers for an attack rather than to defend and protect as always encouraged by her mentors.

Lucy ducks to remove herself from the path and swings her foot to knock Izabella.

She yelps and targets Lucy who dodges with ease. She squirms, less agile but at the same level of agitation when she fires back.

Alex barks, nudged out of the way by Lucy. He cries with a squeaky yelp and hops away with a raised paw.

"You hurt him!" Izabella cries.

"Your bolt almost hit him!" Lucy snaps matter-of-factly.

Izabella starts to spin her energy, targeting Lucy when she makes a clean hit at her shoulder.

It burns- far more than any other hit she's taken in her life, but Lucy is too far in her zone to care. Her eyes are on the verge of glowing.

She encases and twists Izabella's wrists, tempted to snap them, "You're out of control!"

Izabella cringes, tightens her fists and releases two bolts of sharp energy that spew across the room to get Lucy off her.

Lucy makes a charge, Izabella turns and shoots another bolt from her fingertips.

When Lucy dodges she grinds her teeth and moves to tackle.

A squeal rattles both girls to their bones.

Looking over her shoulder, Izabella's face drops at the scene behind them;

"Antonia!"

The Stark child screams, hiding her face after being hit.

Alex steps closer and starts to bark over the chaos. He growls, hobbles to the curtain and barks louder for his parents.

Lucy holds her head, shuts her eyes with regret over losing her temper. She hugs herself, trying to breathe.

"No, no,' Izabella panics, thoughts on her visions while she checks the blood spilling from Antonia's shoulder, 'It does not happen this way, I'm not the one who does this- it's you, it's always you."

"Izzy," Lucy looks up with a whisper, completely horrified.

Izabella immediately regrets the mumble, "..I didn't mean it-."

"No, I think you did."

"Let me explain-. Please just listen. Please don't shut me out again."

"You just shut our door, and locked it."

Mikhailov tries to address Antonia's injury, still calling for her friend, "Lucy, please. Don't do this, I never meant-."

"Antonia needs you."

"Please!" Izabella tries to grab Lucy.

Jameson pulls away, "Don't touch me! Stay away from me. Please. I...don't, want to hurt you."

Antonia cries, screams, panicked now Izabella's arms, Riley comes out next as she breaches Antonia's mind to catch up on what she missed, she silently breaches Izabella's next.

Riley is disgusted over her discovery, staying against a secure wall. Her arrival is followed by Bruce and Natasha.

Romanoff wastes second before screaming at Izabella in Russian and demanding an explanation. She snaps at Lucy when Izabella refuses to answer.

Natasha glares at the both of them "Why is Anna bleeding?!"

Bruce crouches to address the child next to Izabella.

"I- It flew through her shoulder," Mikhailov says tearfully.

"You stupid girl! You could've killed her!" Natasha screams.

Izabella cowers, jaw dropping silently.

Bruce groans, "Not right now Natasha!"

"It was my fault,' Lucy blurts out emotionlessly, 'I had a nightmare and…snapped. Izzy was just...trying to calm me down."

Natasha's brows furrow, "What is wrong with you?! You're so immature! Ty glupaya devochka -."

"Natasha!" Bruce glares, scrambling for cloth of any kind, presses a firm hand into Antonia's shoulder. And tries to calm her pounding heartbeat. She's yet to stop screaming, tears streaming down her small reddened cheeks.

"But it wasn't Lucy! It was me," Izabella tearfully explains.

"You know better! Both of you!" Natasha snaps.

Thor enters next, his eyes wide, "What has happened!"

"Anna's hurt," Bruce answers quickly, hovering over her injury.

Natasha beyond angry, still screaming at the girls, furious over seeing Alex's bleeding paw.

Without blinking, Thor takes a bleeding Antonia from Bruce and flies off in a hurry.