Natasha had followed Alessandra up both flights of stairs and to her bedroom. Knowing her mother was behind her the whole way, when Alex went into her bedroom, she didn't shut the door behind her like she usually did. She just walked to her bed and sat on it as she waited for her mother to enter. Natasha entered, and shut the door, before sitting next to her daughter on the bed.

"Where... " She began, but Alex cut her off.

"Where did I learn to do that?" She finished for her mother.

"Yea. I know I never taught that to you, and your father can't move like that, so he can't teach that to you."

Alex sighed. "There's thing's called Google and YouTube." She said simply.

"You can't learn that from the internet. You just can't. It's not that detailed. That move was sophisticated and had obviously been practiced at least a hundred times. Tell me the truth." Natasha persisted.

Alex, being the amazing lier she was, looked her mother straight in the face, and locked eyes with her. "I got it online years ago. I learned how to fight and things like that. I got it all online. I swear it."

Natasha searched her daughter's eyes for the truth. She knew she wasn't telling the truth, but she wasn't going to get the truth out of her 15 year old daughter and she knew it. Alex wasn't letting anything slip, and she wouldn't.

"Are you sure?" She couldn't help asking.

"I'm positive." Alex replied.

Nat got up and walked to the largest window that was in Alex's room. "What kind of fighting? Like, street fighting or the kind of fighting I used to do?" She asked hesitantly. She didn't want to hear the answer.

"Both."

Turning back to her daughter, Natasha sighed as she rubbed her forehead. "You mean EXACTLY like I did?"

"Yes."

Knowing there was no way her daughter learned what she knew online, but also knowing she wasn't about to discuss her sources, Natasha sighed. "I'm going to talk to your father." And with that, she left.