Far from being bothered by Clint's slip up, Peggy actually smirks. Just a bit, and not enough for her daughters to notice.
When Rosalie tramples off in excitement, Sarah holds her cool. At least momentarily. After a few seconds, she breaks into a grin of her own and runs after her sister, with quiet, whispery cries of "Rose, you're supposed to close the door before you change!"
Peggy adjusts Josephine carefully, and the toddler grumbles something in her sleep about "feddurs." She rubs her eyes and blinks awake for a moment, glares huffily at Clint, then tries to roll over and sleep again.
Rosalie, complete with a dry shirt, peers from the room and stares at her parents. Sarah slinks to look over her sister's shoulder as she asks, "Can Uncle Barton read to us tonight?"
Peggy frowns, in such a way that only Steve might recognize her displeasure. But her daughters are staring at her with pleading eyes, and she doesn't quite want to turn them down right away. "Wasn't your father in the middle of a chapter?"
Rosalie shakes her head. "He finished the other night!"
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When Rosalie tramples off in excitement, Sarah holds her cool. At least momentarily. After a few seconds, she breaks into a grin of her own and runs after her sister, with quiet, whispery cries of "Rose, you're supposed to close the door before you change!"
Peggy adjusts Josephine carefully, and the toddler grumbles something in her sleep about "feddurs." She rubs her eyes and blinks awake for a moment, glares huffily at Clint, then tries to roll over and sleep again.
Rosalie, complete with a dry shirt, peers from the room and stares at her parents. Sarah slinks to look over her sister's shoulder as she asks, "Can Uncle Barton read to us tonight?"
Peggy frowns, in such a way that only Steve might recognize her displeasure. But her daughters are staring at her with pleading eyes, and she doesn't quite want to turn them down right away. "Wasn't your father in the middle of a chapter?"
Rosalie shakes her head. "He finished the other night!"