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Tony pushed Pippa in the shopping cart through the market and cringed when she started screaming Dada at him laughing as she gave him a toothy grin. He wasn't sure if she was just happy or if she was trying to start a scandal. He wouldn't put it past Barton's and Romanoff's biological progeny to do just that.
"Is she calling for me or is she calling you Dada?" Clint asked.
"Pepper will pitch a fit if TMZ starts reporting that I had a baby with my read-headed teammate," Tony said.
"Pippa," Clint said, "you don't want your Aunt Pepper to break-up with your uncle Tony do you? I'm Dada. He's your Uncle Tony. Can you say Uncle Tony?"
"Dada," Pippa said, grinning at her actual Daddy.
"You are not funny, Miss," Clint said. "Your Poppy wouldn't be impressed."
"Your Poppy would take me out," Tony said, holding out his arms to Pippa. "You are so lucky that I love you in spite of your attitude"
"We should get back to the tower," Clint said. "Bruce probably has lunch ready."
'She's probably hungry," Tony said.
"Are you hungry?" Pip." Clint asked. "The rest of your family is waiting for us to come home to have your birthday lunch and for us to cut your birthday cake."
"Are you going to let me take pictures of you sticking your face in your birthday cake?" Tony asked. "It's tradition. There are even pictures of me doing that. My old man took the pictures."
"I wish Phil was here," Clint said. "He'd have loved to take those pictures."
"We all wish Phil was here to see her first birthday," Tony said.
"Is it wrong that I wished she was old enough to know that her Poppy loves her?" Clint asked.
"No, but you don't have to wish her life away," Tony said. "She'll grow-up knowing that Phil loved her."