There's another protest in him. First of all, Stark's kid. Even ignoring the part where Clint so casually talks about one of Steve's best friends dying - Howard, with a child? He can't even imagine it, not even after ten years of knowing the man.

The fact that that detail, more even than the idea of extraterrestrial gods, hangs Steve up... He leans against Peggy, amused in that tiredly ironic way they sometimes share.

"Cap," says Gabriel, and a moment later Rosalie and Sarah enter again, Sarah carrying a tray that should be far too heavy for a six-year-old, Rosalie carrying... a cabinet door. Steve bites down hard on a smile. This is his life. No matter what Clint says, no matter what world the agent lives in.

"Sarah broke it," Rosalie says.

"Rose helped," Sarah counters, ever dignified.

"It wasn't my fault." She scowls at her sister as Sarah sets the tray down on the living room table.

Sarah dusts her hands off, clearly mimicking an action she's seen her parents perform. "You distracted me."

"You need to be able to control yourself even if you're distracted, hon. Let me see." Steve hands Josephine off to Peggy and gestures for Rosalie to bring him the door.