Misty watched as nimble brown fingers danced up and down the skeletal structure that sat on the work cradle. Her first arm, the one that had had been gifted to her by Danny and Colleen, sat off to one side. She reached up and rubbed her bare shoulder, missing the weight of that gift.

“Your first arm was good,” Shuri said absently. “Quite good, considering.” She looked up from the skeleton, flipped her magnifiers up and blinked quickly to refocus her eyes. “This one will be better.”

“You seem pretty sure about that,” Misty said. She eyed the much younger woman critically. “It’s not like you have reviews on Yelp for this sort of thing.” Shuri spun her screwdriver in one hand and grinned.

“If you need a reference, I suggest you speak with Sergeant James Barnes,” she replied saucily. “He will vouch for me.”