Clint laughs softly, sounds like a plan. He says picking up Tony easily. "I'll put Tony in the top buck." He's happy to see that Pepper had taken his weapons out of the spare room already.

He sets Tony on the top bunk, pulling the blankets up over him. Brushing his fingers through the dark unruly hair.

The boy only stirring a little. "You ever think about doing this for real."