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"What's with?" Steve asked gesturing in the direction of Pippa's hair.
Pippa opened her mouth wide and stared at her Uncle Steeb. "Jarvis, peeze get Uncle Tony. It's portent."
"Hey, munchkin," Tony said over the intercom. "What's the matter?"
"Uncle Steeb--"
"Whaat's Cap done now?" Tony asked.
"We were bad, Uncle Tony," Pippa said. "We didn't show him Star Wars. Poppy would be very sad. Daddy said so."
"What did your daddy say?" Tony asked.
"Poppy had a crush on Han Solo," Pippa said.
"Didn't everybody," Tony said.
"Daddy said he had a crush on Princess Leia," Pipppa said."
"I think your Daddy has a type," Tony said, joining Pippa and Steve as he picked-up Clint's daughter.
"What's a type?" Pippa asked.
"Come talk to me in a couple of years," Tony said.
Pippa pushed her bottom lip and pouted at her Uncle Tony. "Why do I always have to wait to be bigger?"
"Your Poppy would not approve," Tony said.
"What wouldn't Phil approve of?" Clint asked, holding his arms out to Pippa."
"Explaining type to Pip," Tony said.
"I wonder all the time," Clint said, "what Phil would think of my parenting."
"How about you cop a sit and join us for a Star Wars marathon?" Tony asked.
"That sounds like a plan," Clint said, sitting down next to Cap.
"It looks like your daddy made you Princess Leia har," Bruce said, coming in with Natasha.
"Daddy thinks she's pretty," Pippa said. "Uncle Tony said he has a type."
Natasha hid her laugh from behind her hand.
"That's not helping," Clint said.
"Then don't dress our--Pippa up as Princess Leia," Natasha said.
Clint looked at his best friend surprised that she came so close to slipping-up. He wished he hadn't went along with the Auntie Nat address.