So, someone reviewed and told me that if I didn't resolve that cliffhanger very quickly, Natasha would hunt down and kill me. Thank you, loyal reader. Your input is appreciated.

We act kind of immature at the beginning of this chapter. Just a warning, because that's unusual. For me.

I can't even pretend to be offended by that, because I'm too awesome to grow up.

Taylor...

Lalalalala!

I'm beginning to think that letting you guys have this conversation space was a terrible, terrible mistake.

-Flashback-

Taylor was sprawled on the couch, fiddling with her phone. Tyler was having a heated physics discussion with Bruce, despite the fact that Taylor continued to insist that physics discussions could never be heated. Steve was helping Pepper make breakfast, and Clint and Natasha had been dispatched to the basement to haul Tony away from his workstation. He had gone twelve hours without food, which was the limit of what Pepper would allow before she was allowed to use excessive force to put food in his face.

"A regular day in the Avengers Tower," Taylor observed with a smirk. That day was the anniversary of the time she and her twin had broken out of their cramped cell on the helicarrier and her parents had saved them. Her brother absently nodded in agreement with her statement.

JARVIS suddenly spoke up, interrupting the regularly sleepy morning monotony. "Excuse me, but it appears to me that... Miss Stark, I believe you wanted me to refer to him as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"

Taylor grinned happily. "Lord Voldemort wants to visit, guys. Hey, JARVIS, lock all the doors and windows."

"Indeed."

Tyler looked up from his conversation with Bruce, alerted by the sound of locks snapping shut. "What's going on, Tay? Are we under attack?"

"Nope. The Dark Lord is visiting. I had JARVIS put footage of him on the TV. Come look, it's pretty funny," Taylor snickered.

"You know, when you call him the Dark Lord, it sounds kinda racist."

"I don't care."

"Same."

The twins sat together for a while, enjoying the footage of Fury hammering on the armored and reinforced door. After a while, he realized that he wasn't going to get through it using force, and stated shouting at the cameras instead. Taylor snickered when he noticed that there was a regiment of SHIELD agents behind him. As though they would do any good against Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

Tyler stood up. "I'll be right back. Got to go find something."

He returned seconds later with a high-tech microphone in his hand. Taylor's face split into a wide smile at the sight. "Yes. So much yes."

Tyler switched the mike on and held it up to his mouth. "Hello, sir. How may I help you today? I have to warn you, Mr. Stark disapproves of door-to-door marketing."

His voice boomed out of the massive speakers mounted on the sides of the Tower. Fury looked momentarily stunned. That was enough to set the twins laughing.

"Experiment Thirteen?" he asked.

"Tyler Stark, now. You want to talk to Taylor?" Tyler asked, passing the microphone to his twin, not waiting for an answer.

"Hey, douchebag. Those guys following you look pretty tense. I recommend a massage. There's this awesome place down the street, manager is a friend of my dad. That means you don't get a discount."

Fury sighed in frustration. He had come over to give the twins their files. He figured now that they were older, they'd appreciate having a record of where they came from. He wished the kids would just listen to him for a moment. Then he tracked the amount of pain that they had doubtless endured in SHIELD laboratories, and decided he had maybe forfeited that right.

He tossed the envelopes onto the steps. He would never admit it to them, but he was slightly glad that the Avengers had kidnapped Experiments 13 and 14. They had a future with their new family, something that they wouldn't even have a chance at if they'd remained trapped in SHIELD labs.

-End Flashback-

Tyler only remembered snatches of what came next. His vision switched from white to yellow to black to green so quickly his head spun. The cold water in the bay had begun to bubble as a result of its brief electrocution, and he registered Taylor dashing into the water, panic painted over her face. It quickly changed to fear. Tyler wondered dimly why she was scared of him before the Hulk swallowed his conciousness.

Taylor scrambled backwards out of the water as fast as her legs would let her. She felt like screaming at herself, but decided to save that for later when her life was not in immediate danger. Why hadn't she remembered? Stupid, stupid, stupid Taylor. There was a rock laying at her feet. She resisted smacking it into her forehead. Her train of self-hatred was interrupted rather abruptly by the thought of her father. He looked rather dazed, but at least he was still alive. Taylor hauled him out of the water and noticed with alarm that the Arc Reactor was sparking. She hoped she hadn't overloaded it.

At the moment, though, her immediate concern was Tyler. He was hulking out. Muscles bulged from his normally tiny frame, and his whole body was washed in a green tint. She guessed that her accidental electrocution of him had sped up his heart. Or caused him to panic. Or something. She was not an expert on such things. Maybe she would ask Tyler when she got him back. Now she just had to figure out how to go about getting him back.

Usually a strong bolt of lightning could scare the Hulk out of Tyler's head, but in order to gather the storm necessary to make a badass lightning strike, the sky needed to be at least overcast. Taylor frowned. It was annoyingly sunny.

Taylor was promptly sent flying when the Hulk's fist propelled her several feet off of the ground. She skipped over the water like a stone before catching her breath and conjuring a bit of wind to steady herself. Her brother, or the thing that had momentarily taken his place, had made it to the beach and was converging on her weakened and near-helpless father. Tony seemed unaware of the monster approaching him and was instead fiddling with his Arc Reactor.

"Dad! Look out!" Taylor screamed, her voice cracking with fear. Her dad didn't move, though, and she wondered if maybe he was in shock. Either from being surprised, or from literally being shocked by her. Taylor hated her powers sometimes. She knew Tyler was jealous of her ability to control herself, but she couldn't help being electrified. This time, however, it was going to work to her advantage, she decided.

"Hey, Hulk! Over here! Come get me!" she shouted, bare feet hovering just a few inches above the water, ready to submerge and spead lightning through the water the moment her brother splashed in. It brought him out, Taylor thought. I wonder if it can send him back.

The Hulk jerked around, releasing a threatening snarl. Taylor swallowed hard, but didn't lose her nerve. Tyler's green alter ego charged into the bay, and Taylor immediately released her hold on the winds, plunging herself into the bay. The Hulk shook with the energy zapping him, but remained upright. It looked like he was struggling, but Taylor was bad at telling.

Before she could muster another energy strike, her father did. A flash of light brighter than the sun lit up from behind the Hulk, who froze midstep. Then he rocked back and forth a couple times before toppling into the surf. Her father quickly followed suit. He absently looked down at the arc reactor in his chest, which was now sizzling and smoking.

"Cool," he mumbled. "It shoots lasers." Then he collapsed like a ragdoll.

Taylor sighed and started dragging both of them back to the house.

Here's the next chapter. It was going to just be a more relaxing chapter with them swimming and such, but then I remembered Taylor's tendency to electrocute things and went with that instead.

You're mean. This was going to be relaxing? What part of this was going to be relaxing?

Well, it was very nice out.

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