"This is the present," Sarah says. "You're here, right?"
"You're Susan." Rosalie tugs at her blankets and Steve goes over to pull them back and help her under the sheets. "You're like Susan in Narnia."
"He's Peter." Sarah climbs off her bed to fold her sheets and blankets back and climbs in, waiting on Steve to tuck her in properly.
"He's Susan. He has a bow." Rosalie puts both hands up to frame her mouth and hisses at Clint, "She's my favorite."
"He's a boy." Sarah looks from Rosalie to Clint and back like she's worried she might be falling out of the conversation. Steve sits down on her bed and brushes her hair back from her face, a reassuring little gesture.
"Girls. You can settle this in the morning, all right? Do you actually want to read, or do you want to talk to Agent Barton?" He's pretty much folded to the inevitable - his girls take after his wife, and they're going to find things out one way or another.
"What's the future like? Did Uncle Howard make cars that fly?"
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"You're Susan." Rosalie tugs at her blankets and Steve goes over to pull them back and help her under the sheets. "You're like Susan in Narnia."
"He's Peter." Sarah climbs off her bed to fold her sheets and blankets back and climbs in, waiting on Steve to tuck her in properly.
"He's Susan. He has a bow." Rosalie puts both hands up to frame her mouth and hisses at Clint, "She's my favorite."
"He's a boy." Sarah looks from Rosalie to Clint and back like she's worried she might be falling out of the conversation. Steve sits down on her bed and brushes her hair back from her face, a reassuring little gesture.
"Girls. You can settle this in the morning, all right? Do you actually want to read, or do you want to talk to Agent Barton?" He's pretty much folded to the inevitable - his girls take after his wife, and they're going to find things out one way or another.
"What's the future like? Did Uncle Howard make cars that fly?"
"Are there very many women agents?"
"What's your favorite food?"