"Black Widow," Sarah whispers, like she's trying out the name. "Mama is Agent Thirteen."
"He knows that, right? He's from the future." Rosalie pulls a book from her bedside table and starts paging through the pictures as she talks. "Has there ever been a girl Captain America?"
"There hasn't been any Captain America but papa. You heard what he said." Sarah settles a bit more under the blankets. "How famous is mama? As famous as the Black Widow?"
"He said they hadn't got daddy out, he didn't say there wasn't any other Captain Americas." Rosalie drapes the book over her face. "Why do secret agents want to be famous?"
Steve watches Clint through the barrage of questions, the way the man gentles at the mention of his partner.
No question about it: they're getting Agent Barton back to his own time, whatever it takes.
"Last questions, you two. One each."
Both girls go quiet, weighing out the most important things they want to know. Rosalie still has the book over her face.
Sarah scoops up a stuffed bear and holds it against her shoulder the way Peggy held Josephine. "Are you scared?"
Steve sighs. Sometimes he wishes - however briefly - that his children weren't quite as sharp or to the point. He's not going to tell Clint that he doesn't have to answer. It's up to him, one way or the other.
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"He knows that, right? He's from the future." Rosalie pulls a book from her bedside table and starts paging through the pictures as she talks. "Has there ever been a girl Captain America?"
"There hasn't been any Captain America but papa. You heard what he said." Sarah settles a bit more under the blankets. "How famous is mama? As famous as the Black Widow?"
"He said they hadn't got daddy out, he didn't say there wasn't any other Captain Americas." Rosalie drapes the book over her face. "Why do secret agents want to be famous?"
Steve watches Clint through the barrage of questions, the way the man gentles at the mention of his partner.
No question about it: they're getting Agent Barton back to his own time, whatever it takes.
"Last questions, you two. One each."
Both girls go quiet, weighing out the most important things they want to know. Rosalie still has the book over her face.
Sarah scoops up a stuffed bear and holds it against her shoulder the way Peggy held Josephine. "Are you scared?"
Steve sighs. Sometimes he wishes - however briefly - that his children weren't quite as sharp or to the point. He's not going to tell Clint that he doesn't have to answer. It's up to him, one way or the other.