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"You're supposed to be in the ice," Stephanie tells him. "How did you get out?"
"Stephie," Clint says, before Phil can, but Rogers shakes his head.
"The people your mom and dad work for got me out," he says, easily enough.
Stephanie considers that for a minute then smiles. "Tony's making me a robot," she says, "come see."
She finally lets go of Clint and holds out her hand for Rogers, who takes it after a quick look at Phil.
"Aww," Stark says. "Isn't that nice. Steve and Stephie." He stops, hands hovering over the tiny robot. "Wait. Steve. Stephie. Stephanie. Steven. Coulson, did you name your kid after Captain America?"
Phil shrugs and refuses to blush, so Stark turns his attention to Clint. "Barton, you let her name your kid after Captain America?"
Clint shrugs in pretty much the same way that Phil did. She thinks he might have taught her that move, come to think of it. "What's wrong with that?" he asks. "If she'd wanted to call her Antonia, then we might of had a problem."
Stark claps a hand over his heart. "I'm wounded. Relieved to see you can crack a joke, but wounded."
On the floor with Stephanie, Rogers is blushing, but he's looking at her and smiling, too. "I'm honoured," he says quietly.
Phil doesn't entirely know what to say for a moment. When she named Stephanie, she never in her wildest dreams imagined getting to tell Captain America about it.
Clint nudges her. "Our lives are weird," he whispers. "Also, you've got stars in your eyes."
"Shut up, I do not," Phil s, but she knows she does.