Once the trio arrived at the airport and met up again with Torres and the plane, Clara slumped onto one of the many seats running along the walls of the jet. Sam sat on the opposite side, Bucky opting to sit as far as he could down the row on the same length of seats as Clara.

To his credit, Sam attempted to make conversation with Clara as Torres flew them ten hours across the North Atlantic Ocean, heading into Berlin. Clara couldn't focus on much of what he was saying, however, because she was too busy thinking about what had happened when she was last in Berlin.

When she was last there with Peter.

When she was powerless to help him when his life was in jeopardy.

She had been so sure on the way to Berlin that her and Peter could do everything they had set out to do; she was so sure that they could stop Quentin, and so easily. They hadn't stopped to think beyond the notion that Beck knew that they knew he was a fraud - they didn't question what he'd do with that information. Clara hadn't thought through half of what she did that day, and it almost ended with Peter dead. 

This mission she had thought through - at least she believed she had. She had planned it meticulously. Clara had stayed awake for days on end, running through each step she had created, just waiting for the Flag Smashers to slip up so she could get to them. Soon, they had, and she found them. 

She just hadn't expected Sam and Bucky to be there. They were a problem at first, but now she knew she needed them to get back on track. She needed them to find Karli Morgenthau again so she could make her pay for what she had done. And once she had, she could go back home. She could tell Peter all about what happened and how she had won, because nothing she did felt complete without telling him.

Then, when she was back with her family, back in the warmth and comfort of her home, everything - almost everything - would be okay. 

'Hey,' Sam tried, pulling her attention back to him as he noticed her drifting from the conversation. 'You're doing that thing again.'

'Doing that...?' She repeated quietly with a frown, following his line of sight down to her clenched fists. She really had to stop letting her emotions get the better of her and get that under control. Especially on planes. 'Sorry,' she apologised, even though Sam wouldn't have known why she felt the need to.

Sam watched as the waves of purple distorting the air around the girl's hands dissipated, and he looked back up to see her frown as she began to fiddle her fingers, Clara trying to find a way to keep them occupied. 'What is that?' He asked, not just to continue their conversation, but genuinely wanting to know what exactly it was Clara was capable of.

'Energy,' she told him, more than willing to follow Sam's lead in distracting herself. 'The gist of it is that I can control the power that different technology uses, and the energy it expels, and shift it into something else.'

'Shift it into what exactly?' Bucky asked, peering across at her with his lips pulled back in a frown, and his forehead wrinkled, like a grandparent trying to understand modern technology.

Clara shrugged. 'Something useful.'

'How does that work?' Sam frowned, wondering how anyone could harness an invisible force and create something from it. 

Clara pursed her lips, trying to think of how she could explain the complexities of her abilities in a way that was easy to understand. There was a lot she had learned about how her abilities work - how she works; some of that was discovered while speaking to Jemma Simmons - the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and now a friend who had gone above and beyond to help her understand her powers, and some of that was discovered completely by accident.

She thought back to one of her earlier conversations with Jemma. It had been only a few hours after waking in the healing pod on Zephyr One when Simmons insisted they have a long conversation about what Clara could do, and how she could do it. The woman was smart - genius, even, and after Clara gave a quick demonstration, Simmons told her so much more about herself than her parents ever had.

'There's a part of me that can connect to the wavelengths of different sources of energy,' she explained. 'Almost everything uses or creates energy in one way or another; electricity, movement, heat, even light.'

'Light energy is what you use to turn invisible, right?' Sam speculated.

'Apparently,' Clara nodded. Simmons had told her she was actually bending the wavelengths of light to move around her, morphing the frequencies to mask where she stood. Of course, she had never known that was what she was doing, it just happened. 'There's a lot I still don't know about, well, most of what I can do, but there's people looking at figuring that out - along with where my powers came from in the first place.'

'You don't know how you got them?' Bucky asked.

'I do,' Clara looked over at him. 'They're hereditary, passed down from my parents. It's just, they don't know exactly how they got theirs.' 

Bucky looked across at Sam, thinking that was odd for many, many reasons. Sam was clearly thinking the same, but also questioning why Clara wasn't. 'They have the same abilities as you?' Sam pressed.

'Yeah?' Clara raised an eyebrow at the way the question was asked. 

'And your parents don't know how they got them?' Bucky asked. 

Clara wrapped her arms around her torso, all of a sudden feeling as though she was under interrogation. 'No, it happened before I was born. They were on a mission with a team of agents, and they were attacked by a woman in red. They were the only ones to make it out. They said their whole lives changed because of one choice they had made there, but they've never told anyone what it was,' she told them. 'They don't speak about that mission.'

Bucky and Sam didn't follow up on that, instead just sharing another glance. Sam looked back at Clara, choosing to move the conversation on. He didn't know nearly enough about superhuman abilities to make assumptions, and he wasn't going to question her parents' claims without knowing anything about them - even if he found it odd that they'd all have identical abilities. 

'So what's with the purple?' He asked, trying to keep the subject matter a little lighter. 

'It's just a physical manifestation of the energy,' Clara shrugged. 'It's there whenever I'm around strong electronic frequencies, but I can control it and stop it showing.'

The jet shifted slightly as they began making their descent, and the three of them continued the conversation about what Clara could do. She explained her ability to act like a living, breathing EMP, and when Bucky made a snide comment about how he too can turn off computers by touching the device or the power outlet, Clara was thankful for Torres lowering the cargo ramp, so she could walk away. 

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