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"I can't find Pippa," Phil said, waking Clint as he entered their bedroom.
"You need to learn to relax," Clint said, "or you're going to give yourself a heart attack. J, where is our red-headed terror?"
"Miss Pippa talked Dr. Banner into letting Mr. Hulk out," J said.
"Ping her phone," Clint said, "before Phil's head explodes."
"Of course, Hawkeye," Jarvis said. "She's in the park."
"This is New York City," Phil said. "Which park?"
"If you ask Pippa there's only one park," Clint said, "Central."
"Should we get go her?" Phil asked.
"We should not," Clint said. "She's not an escaped convict. Tell Phil where she is, J."
"Miss Pippa is with Mr. Hulk at their favorite hot dog stand," J said, "and if my educated guess is correct, their next stop will be the ice cream truck."
"Thank you, J," Clint said. "If the team is looking for us. please tell them that we need a little alone time."
"I'll pass on the message," J said, "and if Miss Pippa posts any pictures from her's and Mr. Hulk's adventure I'll send them to your phone."
"You are awesome, J" Clint said.
"I do my best, Hawkeye," J said.