"I had a hunch," Alice says with a secretive smile. She's seen the Black Widow in her, well, her work uniform? Is that what it's called? Red and black just seems to be a theme for her, and Alice just doesn't hesitate when it comes to appropriate gifts, she never has.

She can't blush, but Natasha makes her almost wish she could. She's like Jasper that way, Alice thinks with a happy smile as Natasha turns to start cooking and she moves to a counter out of the way and goes to hop onto it and stumbles with the force of the slew of images that suddenly slam through her—

—the crunch of frozen pine needles beneath boots, the swish of black red-lined cloaks, a row of hoods drifting too fast through the snowy forest, Aro's bared-teeth smile, the ice in Caius' eyes, Marcus' indifferent sigh, the rest of the family arrayed on either side of Alice and Natasha standing shoulder to shoulder to separate Jasper from Felix the executioner, Natasha's red eyes...red?—

"—oh," she gasps, gripping the counter so hard the granite nearly cracks. A thump outside is Jasper reappearing and blurring to her side, watching her with that sharp intensity. He doesn't even need to ask what she'd seen before she's reaching one hand for him, one hand out for Natasha. "The Volturi," she blurts, looking back to Jasper, horrified. "They're coming after...after you."