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"At least this time our uniforms shrank with us," Steve sighed.
Natasha watched Iron Man buzz around Hank Pym's head and snarled, "Accident my ass. This happens once more, I'm having Dr. Pym listed as a super-villian and taking him out."
Steve's eyes widened. "Can you do that?"
"I can." Coulson typed carefully into his Starkpad so as not to dislodge Clint – who'd used a grappling arrow and rappelled up to sit on his shoulder.
"So I'm what?" Clint asked, drumming his heels. "Eight inches?"
"Six." The corner of Coulson's mouth twitched. "But you've always had trouble telling the difference."