Francis helped Hanna up onto the bed. "See? I don't understand it either, but Phil says we're supposed to consider the rooms Tony has given us our own."

Hanna looked up at the star constellations on Francis' ceiling. "There isn't a lock on my door." She looked at him. "I can get out anytime I want."

Francis pointed at his door. "Mine too. No lock." He gestured to the books on the shelves. "The books don't all make sense."

Nodding, Hanna slipped off the bed. "Natasha said that they were like Stitch."

"Oh. Not factual. Okay." Francis knelt down beside Hanna where she was petting the leg of the fur covered bear on the bottom shelf. "Steve says that's a teddy bear. He seemed to think kids sleep with them."

"It is soft. Maybe it is meant to be a pillow?"

"I don't know." Francis pulled out his bouncy ball. "How many bounces are you up to?"

"Six." Hanna frowned. "You?"

"Five." He bounced the ball and caught it. "I was thinking about how Tony and Steve make each other sad. They should be friends. Like Tony and Bruce are becoming."

"We could help!" Hanna turned away from the teddy bear and clapped her hands. "We can convince them to like being friends." She tilted her head. "Tony will be harder to coax."

"Yeah." Francis tucked his ball away.

Hanna thought about if for a minute. "I did well with influencing Bruce." She tilted her head to the other side. "Betty helped too."

"Oh. Maybe we can get the other adults to help."

Hanna pushed herself up from the floor. "I'll go ask Bruce."

Francis followed her to the door. They grinned to each other as the door just opened right up when Francis turned the doorknob. "I'll see if Phil will help."

Clint rubbed his hands across his face as Coulson sat a cup of coffee down next to him. "Thanks."

Phil gave a little nod and sat across from Clint. "Bruce told me Hanna seemed to be clinging to him in an attempt to keep him calmer."

"Uh." Clint took a swig of his coffee. "I guess that worked since Stark is still in his lab and not trying to talk to the Hulk."

Francis clambered up into a chair beside them. "We need help."

Phil moved his coffee out of Francis' reach. "Who is we and help with what exactly?"

"Hanna and I think Tony and Steve should be friends."

Clint and Phil exchanged looks. Clint turned his cup around in his hands. "You can't make people be friends, Francis."

Francis nodded and then frowned. "We aren't making them." He interlaced his fingers and showed his hands to the adults. "We're going to make them see they can be friends."

Phil took a sip of his coffee. "What are you needing help with?"

"We think Tony will be harder to convince." Francis made a face as he unlaced his fingers. "Hanna said Betty helped her with Bruce, so I'm hoping you will help with Tony and Steve."

Clint ran his fingers through Francis' hair. "Sure. I'll talk to Nat for you."

Francis beamed at them. "Great!" He dropped down and zipped out of the room.

Phil looked at Clint. "And if they refuse to get their acts together?"

Clint smiled as he shrugged. "Then Nat can lock them in a room like she was telling me she's been considering."

Phil snorted and got up to get himself another cup of coffee.

Hanna slammed into Bruce's knee.

"Hey there." Bruce picked her up. "You okay?"

She nodded and snuggled closer. "I want to help Steve and Tony be friends."

"Oh." Bruce shifted her on his hip and started shutting down his workstation. "Maybe that's not such a good idea. Tony and Steve are...very different people."

She stuck out her lower lip. "They both need friends."

"Yes, they do." Bruce took her with him as he headed for Betty's lab. Tony had put her lab down the hall from Bruce's. "It is just that some people don't ever become friends. Tony and Steve may be that sort of people."

Hanna shook her head. "No." She waved at Betty through the glass wall. "They are just at the beginning of their ohana. Like Lilo and Stitch when Stitch wasn't ready for a family yet."

Bruce grinned at Betty as she raised an eyebrow at them. "And which is Tony in this scenario?"

"Stitch, of course. Tony is nearly indestructible in the suit."

Betty covered her laugh as she paused her computer program. "What's this about Tony being a bundle of destruction in a cute outfit?"

Hanna patted Bruce's arm. "Tony is like Stitch and Steve is like Lilo. They need help to be friends. I want help to help them. Bruce is resisting."

Betty looked over Hanna's head to find Bruce trying not to make a face. "Well, we'll just have to bribe Bruce to help." She crouched a little so her head was even with Hanna's. "How about we promise Bruce we'll watch Sesame Street with him, hmm?"

Hanna looked up at Bruce. "What's Sesame Street?"

Bruce pushed his glasses up off his nose so he could rub his fingers across the bridge of his nose. "It is a show for small children. It is also useful for learning other languages when you don't have a teacher."

"Oh." Hanna frowned. "If I watch it with you will you help?"

Bruce smiled at Hanna and then rolled his eyes at Betty over Hanna's head. "Yes."

Hanna smiled up at him and then hugged Bruce tight. "Thank you!"

"Please sit, Lt. Colonel Rhodes."

Rhodey mentally grimaced at his full rank being used and sat down gingerly. "Sir."

Rhodey's commanding officer stood to one side of the room as the General sitting in his commander's chair folded his hands together.

"Your commander seems to think you are the perfect man of the assignment I've been saddled with."

Rhodey could see his commander stiffen ever so slightly out of the corner of his eye. "I'm sure I can handle it, sir."

The General leaned back in the chair and threw his feet up on the corner of the desk. "Well, before that I think I'd like to see you handle something a bit smaller." The man grinned as he put his hands behind his head. "Think of it has a vacation before your next assignment."

Rhodey kept his expression neutral as a folder appeared from his commander. He took it and opened it up. After reading for a moment, Rhodey snapped the file closed and sighed. "Sir, I don't..." He stopped as he thought about that low fly-by from the night before and quickly decided not to turn down a chance to get out of the area. "...think I can convince Dr. Foster to move into a building with Tony Stark."

The General dropped his feet from the desk, put his elbows on the blotter, and leaned forward with his chin on his hands. "I think you might want to downplay that, yes." He stood. "You might ask Stark about making you some sort of cloaking for your suit of armor while you are there."

Rhodey could only stare at the General as he left, whistling as he went. Rhodey's commanding officer clapped him on the arm. "It's only temporary, Rhodes."

Rhodey nodded, blinked, and then hightailed it out of there as soon as Colonel Davis dismissed him.

Darcy frowned as the door opened to a military somebody. "No." She started to slam the door, but the guy shoved his body into the opening. "Hey! No breaking and entering."

"I'm not breaking anything. I need to speak to Dr. Foster."

Darcy kept her body braced against the door. The guy would run out of air eventually and she'd get a chance to go for her taser. "She's not speaking to anybody. The last time she talked to a goverment toadie I had to move in the middle of the night." She shoved hard on the door. "I lost my iPod again. I'd just gotten it back from Coulson."

The guy blinked. "You know Coulson?"

"Darcy? Who are you trying to close in the door?"

Darcy shoved her hip into the door so she could turn her upper body towards Jane. "Some military corney. He wants to talk to you."

Jane came closer and looked him over. "And why do I want to talk to you?"

The guy twisted and sort of fell through the door. "I'm supposed to take you to Stark tower in New York." He spread his hands wide as Darcy pointed a taser at him. "Uhm. Agent Coulson is there too?"

Jane put her hand over top of Darcy's taser and pointed towards the floor. "Is Thor there?"

"Uhm. Yeah, actually. He is."

Darcy covered her ears as Jane went up on her tiptoes and squealed. Then, Jane turned and zipped out of the room. Darcy turned back to the guy and smiled.

"She's a little nuts."

He nodded and stuck his hand out. "Yeah, I can see that. I'm Rhodey."

She shifted her taser to her other hand so she could shake. "Darcy. Is there time to get tacos on the way there? I'll starve otherwise and it isn't good for Jane to see me suffer like that."

The guy just grinned. "I'm sure we can find you something to eat. Maybe an MRE."

She wrinkled her nose. "Not cool at all." Darcy ignored Rhodey as he smiled wider. "Tacos or else, mister."

Rhodey leaned against Tony's workshop table. "I just got temporarily assigned to bodyguard Dr. Foster. You have anything to do with that?"

Tony looked like he was engrossed, but Rhodey could see him using the metal in front of him as a mirror. "Me? Never." Tony soldered a connection before turning around. "You assume I can control the military now? That's a nice thought, but no." His eyebrows went up. "You might ask JARVIS. He's been pretty quiet lately."

Rhodey rubbed his hand across his face. "I'm serious, Tony. I had a General, who never did say who he was with exactly, assign me to this as a test for another possible assignment." Rhodey waved with one hand to indicate all of the tower. "I'm in a building with a bunch of...superheroes, kids, and little chickens..."

"Chicks."

"What?"

"Chicks." Tony patted Rhodey on the shoulder as he passed him to get to the desk. "When they are full grown, and only then, are they referred to as chickens." Tony leaned over and winked at Francis under his desk. "Did you know that while they are young they get called pullets if they are female?

Rhodey sighed. "Why am I here, Tony?"

Natasha breezed in and pulled Francis from under the desk. "Rhodes, the question to ask yourself is how long are you going to last here if Darcy uses her taser on Banner."

Rhodey's eyes went wide and he quickly left the room.

Francis shook his head from where he was on Natasha's hip. "That wasn't very nice."

She smiled at him. "I know." She looked at Tony's work and then back at him. "Move it. Lunch."

Tony gave her a mock salute. "Yes, ma'am." He smiled to himself as the shadow in the vent above Barton's corner nest moved. He wasn't going to be the last one to lunch then.