There's a scuffle by the window as Steve comes barreling in, and Emma makes a grab for the little blonde, but misses her closed enough to feel the flick of hair against her knuckles, but then a hair-raising nightmare explodes from a toy chest nearby and everything goes straight to hell.

(At some point in the future, Tommy is probably going to be outright proud of his miniature self for effectively dousing Emma while she's wearing a white tank top, flannel overshirt or no.)

She stands for a second in shock, hands lifted to ward off the water and sputtering, before lunging for the little boy, disregarding the spray soaking her shirt and jeans, hair a sodden mess. "Kid, knock it off! We're on your side!"