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Phil remembered the old days when he was an early riser, but since he'd regained consciousness from his coma he found he slept a lot more. As he walked through the palely lit apartment he found he was alone. "Jarvis," Phil said, "do you know where Clint and Pippa are?" "Clint is with Natasha running in Central Park and Pippa is in the play garage with The Hulk."
"What are they doing?" Phil asked.
"Miss Pippa wanted to play in the snow," Jarvis said. "Dr. Banner turned the snow system on and let The Hulk out. Mis Pippa is over the moon. You should go watch. They are being quite cute."
I'll do that," Phil said, letting himself out of the apartment and headed to the elevator to ride the floor that housed the play garage. When he arrived he watched through the glass windows since he was only dressed in a robe and slippers. It was too cold to be in the play garage, but he couldn't help but grin at what he was watching. He took out his cell from his robe's pocket and took video of Pippa's Mr. Hulk making snow angels at the site of his and Clint's happy little girl. After watching for several minutes, he headed back to the elevator to go back to the apartment. He wanted plausible deniability. It always upset Pippa when she caught him checking-up on her.
"J?" Pippa asked, "why didn't Poppy come in and play?"
"Your Poppy was in a robe and slippers," Jarvis said. "He'd have frozen."
"That would be bad," Pippa said.
"Yes, it would," Jarvis said.
"Next time, J," Pippa said, "please tell Poppy that if he gets dressed he could play with us."
"I'll do that, Miss Pippa," Jarvis said.
"Thank you," Pippa said.