Anthony Edward Stark

Natasha caught the chopsticks heading her way easily enough, raising one eyebrow at the small child. "You know me, Clint."

Steve looked between Clint and Natasha, frowning. "You're seriously telling me I'm the only one who can't see her?" He had been thinking that maybe Stark was pulling his leg, but...

Natasha arched one eyebrow at him, slowly moving towards Clint and away from the child. "Why wouldn't you see her? She's right there. Glaring at me."

Alessa intensified her glare. Bruce frowned at her, but considering she wasn't throwing anything, he decided to just be satisfied.

"Are you a mutant?" Natasha asked, keeping her eyes on Alessa, because just because Tony let it in the house doesn't mean it isn't dangerous.

"We call it Divinely Touched where I come from, but I guess your word works too," Alessa grumbled, giving a small roll of her eyes.

"This is Alessa," Bruce cut in. "And she's honestly a sweet girl once she warms up to you."

"No I'm not."

"Tony, is she or is she no nice once you get to know her?" Bruce asked, taking a drink of orange juice and looking to his boyfriend for support while Alessa kept glaring at Natasha.