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"Are you sure about this?" Clint asked, tying his daughter's tie.
"Uh huh," Pippa said.
Clint sat a pair of sunglasses on her face and knelt back to look at his handy work. "Twirl," he said. He smiled weakly as she complied. "He would be very proud of you, baby."
"You sure?" Pippa asked.
Clint frowned. "Why would you think he wouldn't be?"
"He'd want me to pick Uncle Steeb."
"He would be over the moon you picked him," Clint said, lifting his little girl into his arms and hugging her tight.
"That's disconcerting," Tony said, checking out Pippa's very Coulson-like suit.
"Why am I concerning?" Pippa asked.
Tony laughed. "You look too much like your dad."
"Awww, no, I'm supposed to look like Poppy," Pippa said.
"That's who Tony was talking about," Clint said.
Pippa pushed out her bottom lip, "But, he said--"
"Dad is another word for father. He didn't mean me," Clint said.
Pippa sighed and scrunched-up her nose.
"What now, baby?" Clint asked.
"Everything is so complicated," Pippa said.
"Now that one she gets," Tony said.
"Is that bad?" Pippa asked.
"No, mini-Legolas; it's not bad."
"Then what's the matter, Uncle Tony?"
"Yeah, Uncle Tony," Clint said, smirking.
"I am outnumbered in my own home," Tony said.
"I still love you," Pippa said.
"I love you, too, squirt," Tony said, holding out his arms.
Pippa leaned over and wrapped her arms around Tony's neck.
Taking Pippa from Clint, Tony rested her on his hip. "That reminds me; I brought you a present."
"Tony--"
"It's just something I found in my old man's Captain America junk. I thought it went with the outfit." Tony said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a tie clip.
"It's Uncle Steeb's shield," Pippa said.
"It'll keep your tie from flying up," Tony said, clipping it into place.
"Tony, that's worth--"
"It's been sitting in a box collecting dust. If Agent were..."
"Thank your Uncle Tony," Clint said.
"Thank you, Uncle Tony," Pippa said, kissing Tony on the cheek.
"You're welcome; now get going," Tony said, kissing her on the forehead before lowering her to the floor. "You don't want to be late."
"You aren't coming?" Pippa asked.
"You know what happens when I go anywhere. Jarvis will record it for me; besides, your Aunt Pepper is in Hong Kong and she'll have my a--she'll be very unhappy if I see it without her."
"Nice save," Clint said, taking Pippa by the hand and leading her into the elevator.
Both men shared a nod as the door slid shut.