Rosalie rests her head on Steve's shoulder, the length of her day starting to tell. "We have lots of uncles."

Josephine tries to pull Sarah's hair, to get someone to look out the window, but finally gives up and throws herself backwards onto the couch with a cry of, "Ungoobaba!"

It's as close as she'll bother getting to Uncle Barton.

Steve looks over his shoulder at the girl and sighs. "We really need to work on her pronunciation. Look..." He turns back to Clint. "We're friends, aren't we? I mean, the-" Rosalie is watching Clint with a new kind of interest, sucking her thumb absently. Steve draws her hand out of her mouth. "-even if. Things are different now, for the sake of the man you know, let us help you. Please."

The doorbell interrupts before he can say anything else.