<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Don't start with me, Birdbrain," Tony shot back, yawning.  "Like you don't have Black Widow boxers.  You'd wear Agent's merch too, if he'd let me make any."  Tony looked down at his PJ's, touching on of the neon green fists.  "Besides, I'm the person who looks second-best in this color.  Who'd blame me?"  He bumped his shoulder against Clint's.  "Where's your partner in crime?"<br/>
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Natasha, following behind Clint, smirked.  "I know you don't mean me."  She detoured to drop a kiss on Peter's forehead saying  "Good morning, baby spider," before continuing on to the coffee.  "Phil's in his office, of course."  Coulson was preparing documentation for the social worker, just in case -- they were taking no chances that she'd find a reason to place Peter somewhere else.  <br/>
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"Of course he is."  Tony shook his head, amused.  "Does he sleep at all?  Or just in the suit?"  At the flicker of amusement in Natasha's eyes, Tony held up a hand.  "I don't want to know.  Don't tell me.  I don't need to know anything more about Agent's personal life than I already do."</span></span>