Her hand moved to her stomach almost instinctively where she had been shot. She forced herself to look up and over to Peter. "They were born with them... they used then in front of us a lot. They, um. Well, each sort of had their own thing, but they could all manipulate the molecular structure of things."

Her fingers curled into the fabric of her top as her eyes moved over to Loki. "I was shot. Two years ago. Max healed me. Saved my life."