"Is there anything JARVIS can't do?" Alessa muttered as the door leading to the living room suddenly clattered open and a teddy bear flew out, coming to a sudden stop in front of her.

She leaned forward, though that did nothing, and said, "Tony, you're really bad at explaining things. And that's coming from me."

She waved at Rogers, once again a useless gesture, and resigned herself to at least trying to play nice. "I'm Alessa. Don't listen to Tony. My name's not Lessy. Or Less. Or Ashy. It's Alessa."