"No, Cassie, Daddy's gotta take this call," insisted Scott, giving his disappointed daughter an apologetic smile. "Tell you what - I'll take you out for ice cream tomorrow night, okay?"
The little girl gave him a pout and reluctantly stopped tugging his hand. "Pinky promise?" she asked, holding up her smallest finger.
"Pinky promise." Scott kissed her goodbye and slipped outside. "You better have a good reason for cancelling my ice cream outing with Cassie, Sam.
"Dude, Captain America needs our help. There's no better reason than that to jump back in."