How’d You Do That!

*Thud*

"Opps."

I stop messing around with Tony as I turn around to pick up my laptop, Tony gets in another hit. I playfully glare at him, but then Tony and I see that everyone else in the room is stunned into silence.

"What?" We ask. I place my computer back in my lap. It wasn't that big of a fall, so it wasn't damaged.

"...Never seen two kids play before?" I asked tilting my head.

"Hey!"

"Hay is for horses, straw is cheaper, grass is free. Buy a farm and get all three." I sang smiling, which just earned me a hearty smack from o'l meanie Tony.

-pout- "That hurt" I rubbed the back of my head, then smiled.

"Oh! Hope you guys left room for dessert!" I got up from the couch, setting my computer onto the coffee table.

Honestly, this is the most fun I've had since, ...well since I got to New York. More even. Normally I just sat around, watched movies, played video games, went to work, read, or went to the park. Very boring. I'm so glad I got kidnaped. ....never thought I'd be thankful for that.

Oh well, I shrugged off my thoughts as I headed back to the kitchen.

Bruce POV

"She's got more?!" Tony says, clearly exasperated. "How much can she stuff in that little fridge!?"

"You mean it's like your ego, DiNozzo?" Clint laughs.

I shake my head at their banter, what I really wanted to know —

I heard a hiss come from Clint. Natasha had just elbowed him, hard. Probably wanting to know what we just saw, too.

"Do you believe me now, Clint?"

"Oh, come on Nat, Steve just missed his ca-"

"It went through my hands Clint. Through my hands!"

I wondered if Alivia had done something to her computer so only she could access it. Even Tony couldn't hack into it and that takes skill.

Tony points to Steve, "A lot of things slip through your thawing fingers, Capsicale." Then he looks to Natasha.

"And what do you mean, 'Believe me now'?"

"She's basically saying Alivia has ghost tech." Clint interrupts stuffing food in his face.

Tony started to laugh, but stopped when I said, "It when through his hands, not his fingers. He couldn't touch it Tony."

"What went through who's hands?" Alivia asked carrying in a circular metal cake pan while holding a large knife. She must've saw Natasha's defensive shift.

"It's for the gram cracker crust." She chuckled as she set the pan and knife on the coffee table. "Chocolate, vanilla ice cream cake, with a homemade caramel sauce separating the ice cream and crust, topped with homemade raspberry sauce. Just let me know if you want to try or if I should put it back for a while." She takes off the side of the pan and cuts herself a small piece.

I see why she needed the knife, the crust was very solid. To the point she didn't need a plate to hold her cake. The plate was just a place for her to set it down.

"Anyone else want some?" She cut 5 more small slices, causing Clint to complain about how small it was. She just chuckled and said, "Start small. If you like it you can have more."

The cake tasted really good. The tartness of the raspberry sauce complimented the sweetness of the ice cream underneath it. The crust added an extra crunch and flavor that held the cake together, like glue. After a few compliments and a few more slices she put the cake away, much to the dismay of the pouting Clint.

"I wanted it to stay frozen." She answers Clint's pout. "So, What went through who's hands?"

"Apparently, Capsicale couldn't catch your laptop."

"Well, he tried. So no harm done." She shrugged as she sat down between Steve and Tony.

"Let me look up something."

"Wow Tony, I'm so glad you asked." She rolls her eyes smiling.

"Naturally." He smirks.

They start to banter a bit. It surprises me how well she's getting along with Tony. Well, more like how well she's taking Tony's sarcastic comments, she just gives them right back with a smile. Tony's sarcasm can get very annoying, but she seems to enjoy it.

"Are you sure the great Tony Stark can handle such a low tech item?"

After their banter, she takes her computer and sets it on his lap. Well she tried... as soon as she let go, it went right through his lap and landed on the couch ... as if Tony's legs weren't there.

I was shocked.

We all were, including Alivia.

She looked to Tony who was as wide eyed as the rest of us.

"Are you a hologram?" She pokes his shoulder. "...Nope." She grabs her laptop and pulls it through his legs with little to no resistance. She seems to get an idea as she jabs it back to its previous place... Tony's legs.

"Hey!"

"Is it just Tony?" She mumbles as she puts it back on her lap.

'Bold.' Is all I can think at this moment.

Clint moves in front of her, "My turn." She just nods. Then Clint shoves his hand through her computer. It's like it went through air.

"Don't move, I wanna check something" She says to Clint. "Can you feel this?" She touches his hand.

He twitches his hand, "Yes." Then she tries the other side of the computer, "This?"

"Yep." Popping the 'p'

"Try swiping." He swipes his hand going through the computer like a hot knife cutting through butter, but it still remains intact.

"It's like moving my hand through a ghost." Clint happily remarks. "See Nat? Ghost tech."

Alivia chuckles. While Tony starts feeling his legs.

"Still solid." He comments.

"I should hope so."

"So how'd you pull off your ghost tech?" Clint asks.

"Don't know. I've never modified my computer. Wouldn't know how." She looks to Tony to cut him off. "I'm not tech savvy. Sorry Tony, don't mean to disappoint you."

"No problem, Ghosty. Just wondering why I couldn't hack if you don't have a good defense."

She laughs. "I think you just answered your own question, Tony."

"Well, if a hand or person can go through her tech. Wouldn't a virus or hacker also go through it?" I answer.

"Precisely." She agrees. "Probably has something to do with me. I'm not supposed to exist here, hence 'ghost'."

"Ah. Worldly connection."

"So how are we able to touch your other stuff, with no problems?" Clint asks.

"I'm guessing it's as Bruce suggested. 'Worldly connection', for arguments sake. My 'ghost tech' is still connected to my previous world, such as the internet." She pauses. " ... let me try something..." she hits her WiFi button turning it off.

"Try it now Clint."

He sticks his hand through her computer...

I'm starting to understand what she's trying to do, "Try closing the browser." I suggest.

She closes out of the internet entirely, showing her home screen on the monitor. This time when Clint tries again his hand collides with the back of her laptop.

'Interesting.' I'm sure Tony is just as curious as I am, for this one.

"So how are you able to play with your ghosts?"

"Well, I obviously have some connection to my previous world... the question is what is my connection?" She ponders. "My memories or my body.... mind out of the gutter Tony." She chides him.

"I didn't say anything!"

She laughs, "You didn't have to."

Alivia's POV

I laughed at Tony.

I can only guess what he was thinking, right or wrong it still made for a good conversation. Steve's been a little quiet. I wonder if he's okay.

"You alright there Steve?"

"Yeah. ...I think."

"That's a first."

"Tony!" I chide him. "That's not nice! Most people wouldn't be."

"You're taking this rather nicely." Natasha points out.

"Well, I'm a bit more 'open minded' about this type of stuff." After thinking a bit. "Though it's more along the lines of a dream come true." 'In more ways than one'

"A dream come true?" Clint smirks.

"Yeah. Who doesn't want to travel to a different world? People write stories about it, all the time. Some write them off as fairytales. While I'm part of the group that says, 'Why not? We exist. Why can't others?' You're proof is Thor and the terressect. My proof, the fact that I'm even here. My worlds proof, well let's just say they are currently left hanging at the moment."

"So you believe in fairytales."

"Yes."

Tony and Clint start laughing.

"Laugh all you want boys because argumentatively for me, You are the fairytale. And for starters science isn't a fact. It's just a theory that has yet to be disproven."

They stop laughing, but I see poor Steve is still left in the dust.

I place my hand on Steve's shoulder, "I'm gonna have you watch 'Fabric of the Cosmos' with me one of these days." I smile already looking forward to it.

"Hopefully it'll break things down enough for you. ... if not... I'm gonna have an 'open you're mind' movie marathon. Be prepared Steve." I can't help but feel mischievous. The movies just keep piling up!

"How bout a 'Me' marathon?" Tony asks with a wide smile.

"Despicable Me?"

His smile falls. "No. Me! Didn't you say you had Ironman movies? Those."

My smile falls. This is no longer a joking mater. "No."

"Wha—" He starts to protest.

"If it's just you and me, sure. But not as a marathon. Not with the group." I state firmly. Looking across the group I see hurt and curiosity across the avengers.

I sigh. "It's your life Tony. Not some home video that reminds us of the good o'l times. It'll show the good, the bad and the ugly." I sigh again, running my hand through my hair. "Hell—"

"Language."

I smile at Steve's usual comeback, making me lose my train of thought, "Bollocks, Tony ... *cough* Steve, ... I don't mind showing you your own movies first, then you can decide if all of us can see it."

"Besides," I continue, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

"Hollywood loves to exaggerate. Who's to say they haven't embellished the truth? Best to check." I say with a wink. Heading towards the kitchen.

'Except with a few movies, The Rookie they had to down play.' I snicker.

"What was that?" Natasha asks narrowing her eyes.

"Nothing." I deflect, starting to clean up since we're practically done eating. I really need to get packing if I need to move out by today.

I'm glad there's less than half left. Means they liked it, I hope.