"Don't touch that."

"Why?"

Shuri suppresses a groan. Was I like that? "Because you don't know how to use it and it might break, and you could get hurt."

She can feel T'challa's smirk from across the room where he is giving a virtual tour of the Palace to Tony, Pepper, Rhodey and Happy.

"Can you show me how to use it?"

"Not today..."

"Tomorrow?"

She can hear the interest in Morgan's voice and it somewhat relives the feeling of annoyance that is beginning to creep over her.

"Also no,"

"Then..."

"No," Shuri picks her up and sits Morgan on a clear work table.

The small child huffs and folds her arms.

"What you can do," Shuri lays her palm on the table surface and a screen is projected, "is," she selects something on screen, "this!"

The projection shows a white rectangle. Shuri puts her finger to it and creates a squiggly line.

Morgan grins, "thank you."

"Have fun, small one."

-ooooo-

"Making my way downtown, walking fast, sees Flash, walking faster," Ned nudges Peter as they laugh.

"You should become a professional," Peter smiles.

"As much as I appriciate the sentiment, bug man, my artistic genius has some founding in reality," Ned motions with his head.

"Wha- oh!"

Noticing the sudden change MJ and Harley look to Peter and Ned, then follow their gaze to none other than one Flash Thompson, who has noticed them.

"Nerds!" Flash starts strolling over to them, "shouldn't you be studying, or I don't know, doing my-"

"Harley! No!"

A few bystanders look up to see Harley being held back by the other three members of their little group.

Flash's chauffer starts walking to him.

"Got a guard dog, huh Penis?" Flash smirks, "better keep him on a leash."

As Flash steps closer Peter maneuvers himself so he is standing in front of Harley, who is still being held by MJ and Ned.

"You know what happens to dogs when they attack people, huh, Parker?" Flash is now standing immediately in front of Peter.

Peter braces.

"But, what good is a guard dog if he can't protect you?" Flash lurches forward, met with air where Peter should have been.

He hears the group of onlookers laugh and scowls at them.

"Cowards!" he flips the hastily moving figures off.

"Sir, your mother is waiting," the chauffer determinedly does not let his amusement show.

-ooooo-

On a far off planet a woman sits up. She groans, pressing a hand to her head.