Jane Foster is nerding over how Izabella describes her sparks, wanting so badly to study them further when she prods Svetlana with the same questions Bruce has. It's news to her after being out with Thor for a few weeks, getting their own space in the area.
Clint is bored, tapping Izabella's wrist at their kitchen table over dinner;
"Give me your hair tie."
Izabella consents curiously, remaining as quiet as possible. Barton takes his aim and successfully rings a small figurine set up in the window.
Izabella's jaw drops with a wide smile, "Woah."
"Next!"
She removes the one from her hair, keeping quiet should her aunt catch her goofing off.
He successfully rings the second. Clint checks his pocket next, handing Izabella a rubber band to try herself.
Her smaller fingers pull it back and line it up. Poorly enough for Clint's eyes to widen;
"Don't!"
She giggles when it snaps backwards and into her face, covering her eye post sting. Thor and Jane turn to check on the noise, Svetlana leans with a firm Russian scolding.
Izabella holds her breath in an attempt to stop giggling.
Barton shakes his head, "You're a terrible shot. You're a nerd, straight A student."
Jane pauses her in conversation to glare.
Barton backpedals, "It's not a bad thing!"
She lines up her rubber band once again with his aid. Izabella takes her aim, somehow snapping the band back into her eye.
She doubles over chuckling while Clint snorts playfully;
"You're hopeless."
Izabella freezes over the item's sudden disappearance only she witnesses, startled over the quick green over her palm that seemingly evaporates the band.
Barton checks in moments later, "What's the matter now? Why do you look like a deer caught in headlights?"
Her breath quickens, frantically searching for another item. Izabella finds her fork, trying to get Barton's attention.
"What?" He asks when nothing happens
She grumbles, clearly trying to stay secretive and keep it between them.
He glares, "Now you're just being weird. No wonder you're friends with the doc."
She huffs, "No! This weird!"
"It's a fork."
With a calming breath she causes the evaporating incident to repeat, the green sparks come from her palm and circle the utensil. She looks up with fear once the item vanishes completely.
His jaw drops, "...What the fu-."
"Faraday constant!" Jane interjects, equally amazed.
. . . . . . . . . .
"Miss Natasha," Violet is chasing her down, locating Natasha in the library.
Romanoff has only started her search, pausing to address the young girl who trips on her way in;
"Hi Vi. Are you alright? Is the house on fire?"
She half hopes for the latter.
Violet pants to catch her breath and comments excitedly, "There's a new kid!"
"What do you mean, honey," she frowns.
"Her name is Linda," Riley fills in the blanks, coming in with a tall lanky blonde trailing behind.
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FanfictionPart 3 of Rewrite the Stars; A mission in Italy leads to another in Russia, separating the newly married Natasha Romanoff and Bruce Banner. Various twists and turns force the couple and the rest of the team to put their personal lives on pause in o...
