Notes: Yeah, you know Cap is gonna stand by his friend ;) He knows the score here, and he knows it's all gonna work out. And he knows it'll work out the way the girls want it to, so why get worked up? :P I love how much Logan's friends have FAITH in him.

Chapter 6: How to Make Cap Blush 101

When they got up to the roof, K took a moment to catch Clint's attention, keeping their conversation to sign so that he felt more comfortable in privacy. These ladies want to work up some legal papers, but I don't want to do anything permanent unless it's what you want. So, do you want to be adopted?

Clint stared at K. By… by you?

Me.

There was a long moment where Clint simply stared at K before he nodded quietly and then darted forward to wrap his arms around K's neck. "Yes, yes please," he whispered.

"I had to check first," she said.

"What's your last name?" Clint asked. "Do you want me to change mine?"

"You don't have to change a thing," K said. "You wouldn't like mine."

"Okay," Clint said, still hugging.

She snuggled him tightly and then kissed the side of his head. "Okay. I guess they need to know a few things. I didn't mean to interrupt you when you were having your Storm time."

"Storm says she could get me down from the roof the fun way," Clint said, grinning up at her.

"That sounds like an interesting trip … wind riding? Or piggyback while she flies?"

"She said I could ride the wind," Clint said. He grinned. "Which is almost as cool as getting adopted," he whispered.

"Love you too," she said, then gave him another kiss at his temple.

Clint gave her one more hug before he dashed off — and she could already hear him excitedly telling Storm about how K was going to be his real mom and wasn't that so cool as Storm barely got a word in edgewise to tell him that was great news.

K watched him for a moment before she turned back to the others at last. "Alright, ladies … where are the things I need to … do?"

"Scott is on his way with the paperwork," Jean said.

"Is he driving or taking the brimstone express?" K asked.

"Oh, well…" Jean grinned. "Kurt may be stranding him with his childhood hero for a little while. Small favor to me. I had a craving."

"Oh no," K said. "Wicked craving to break his face with smiles." She gestured ahead of them. "So let's go. I hope you have a camera to document the grin. He'll be wearing it in his sleep."

"Kurt has that covered too," Jean promised.

K leaned toward the two women. "Then if he was bringing the papers here — what were you asking me my name for if you didn't have the stuff to work with anyhow?"

"Well, we can't even get started without some basic information," Jan pointed out. "And once we have that, we can just… run with it."

She let out a breath at that and nodded her head. "Alright. Let's get started, I suppose. I don't want to hear a word about it, though."

"About what?" Jan asked, doing her best to look innocent.

"You have no poker face at all," K said. "My name is Lilja Skogheim. It's old. And Swedish. Okay?"

Jan's entire face lit up, and she clapped her hands under her chin. "Oh. I love it! It's gorgeous!"

"You're overselling it," K said.

"Um, no, it's beautiful," Jan insisted, almost bouncing in place.

K looked over at Jean, who was at least doing a better job of hiding the grin. "You're both crazy."

"Yeah, but you love us," Jan said, still bouncing on her toes.

"Hey, did you ever get the glitter out of your uniform, or are you still leaving a sparkling trail of wasp dust wherever you go?" K asked with a smile, wide-eyed and batting her lashes.

Jan sniffed and stuck her finger out at K. "I'll have you know Hank kicked me out of his labs for, like, most of the week so I wouldn't contaminate his experiments!"

"Then I guess he needs a little glitter in his suit too," K said. "But I'm going to need you to shrink it first so he can never ever be rid of it."

Jan shook her head, biting her lip. "No… he'd never be able to get anything done…"

"You gonna tell me you're with a guy that can't take a joke?" K said.

"He's…"

"I haven't really seen him, so I need to rely on your word for this," K said.

"Well, just… maybe don't do anything that could keep him out of his lab," Jan said. "He won't think it's funny. At all."

K frowned at that, but by then, she had already decided that she was going to handle him by simply acting like she knew no English if she ran into him.

"You need to find a way to get him to relax," Jean suggested. "Trust me on this."

"I found that making Logan ask nicely for the tools to his bike was a good lesson in patience," K said with a teasing tone. "What about that… withhold something he wants until he asks. Nicely. With a please."

Jan smirked quietly. "That could be fun…" .

"And a change from flirting with Tony to make him jealous," Jean teased.

"You are such a cheater," Jan said.

"You flirt with Tony to make Hank jealous?" K asked, scrunching up her nose. "I thought that was just for fun."

"I mean, Tony's fun anyway?" Jan winced up her shoulders. "But sometimes…. Hank needs to pull his head out."

"So why don't you date the fun one?" K asked. "You are a fun girl. You should have. Fun."

"You don't understand," Jan said, shaking her head. "Hank is sweet, really. He just…"

"I know that you're wasting your time if you're trying to 'fix' someone," K said.

"I can't help it, okay?" Jan said, flushing red. "I love him — I don't know how to stop that."

K stopped and turned toward Jan, then pulled her into a tight hug and kissed her cheek. "As long as he treats you well, that's fine."

"That's what love is about anyway," Jan said. "You don't have to be the same. You just have to be in love. Right?"

"Only if it goes both ways; otherwise, it gets ugly," Jean said. "But yes."

"He does love me," Jan said. "When I can get him out of the lab… he does. He's just a workaholic."

"The first step is still admitting there is a problem," K teased.

"Oh, he is so not even there," Jan said with a giggle. "It's kind of cute — sometimes, anyway." She shrugged. "But hey, this is about you and your family, remember?"

"Alright, alright. Lead the way, gulligubben."

Jan bounced on her toes and then threaded her arm through K's as they headed down to where Steve and Scott had their heads together — clearly discussing the best way to deal with K's paperwork when the department was still an issue.

Jean smiled when she saw how much Scott was trying to hide his grin and then slid up next to him to kiss his cheek. "So, what do you have?"

"I'm cashing in a favor," Steve explained. "Nick Fury owes me a few." He glanced toward K. "SHIELD will get the paperwork in order for you. That's as official as it can get — and over everyone's heads."

"Oh … okay," she said, frowning slightly. "I'm just sorry it has to take an act of Cap to get it done."

Steve waved his hand. "I'm happy to do it. Really."

She let out a breath and made her way over to the two of them to write out her information for them both, hesitating only for a moment before she put down her birthdate next to her name. "Good luck with that, by the way."

Steve let out a whistle when he saw the date, and Scott's eyebrows shot up. "Well, you've got me beat," Steve said.

"Of course I do," she said with a little laugh. "I was in Paris before the war."

"Um, that so explains the fashion sense," Jan said, her eyes as wide as her grin.

"You have no idea," K said, finally smiling her way. "You're not allowed in my cabin. You'd have a coronary episode if you got into the wardrobe. Lots of hand-stitched things of the time."

Jan let out a noise that said she was dying. "Please?"

"It was all custom at the time," K warned. "But … you're not that much taller than me … maybe …"

Jan had to sit down. "Oh. Oh yes. Yes please."

"I don't know that you're ready for that," K said, looking up her way as she simply started signing things for Scott and Steve.

"I am. I am! I'm so — I was born ready!"

K turned to Steve. "What do you think?" She leaned forward and whispered in his ear which designer she had in the closet to see what way she would lean. "I don't want to kill her."

Steve couldn't rein in the smirk. "I don't know, Jan…"

"Et tu, Cap?"

K kissed his cheek. "Oh, I'm going to have to take you dancing now."

Steve laughed. "Oh, I see how it is. You couldn't find the oldest guy around, so you went for the second oldest."

"Barring Thor," Jan put in.

"Ooh, good point, yes. Nevermind. I'll take the bigger, blonder one. Especially since you don't want to go," K said.

"Hey, I never said I didn't want to dance," Steve laughed.

"Sounded like a no to me," K said before she looked up at Jean. "Am I hearing things?"

"Not hearing things," Jean said, barely keeping her laughter to herself.

"So what's a girl to do when she's shot down by Captain America?" K asked, shrugging one shoulder. "The only thing she can do, of course — go after the Norse God. Standards. Get some."

"She has a point," Jan giggled. "And Thor is so dreamy…"

"Technically, as a Scandinavian, I'm probably like … supposed to try to dance with him anyhow," K chuckled. "For luck. Maybe. Probably."

"Oh, good point," Jean laughed outright.

K looked up at Jean with a perfectly straight face, knowing she was on the verge of a total breakdown. "This is why I don't tell people my birthday, Jean. It's all about the bottom line with these guys, Jean. He took one look and noped right out of a dance." She shook her head slowly. "So cruel. No respect for their elders."

At that, Jean did finally break down laughing, hanging onto Scott's shoulder for support, especially when Steve turned red. "No respect," she managed to say, still giggling madly.

"I wasn't — it wasn't a rejection!" Steve spluttered.

"It's alright," K said, shaking her head as she reached over to pat his wrist. "I probably look far too old for you anyhow."

Steve shook his head, though he started to smirk. "True. I was in my twenties when I crashed…"

"Exactly my point," she said. "Though I'm sure that Tony would take me dancing if I asked. He's not so judgemental, I'm sure."

"Tony is scared of Logan thinking he's moving on his girl," Steve teased.

"Logan knows better," K pointed out.

"He does," Jean agreed, leaning on Scott — who looked like he was trying hard not to look too entertained.

"Besides, I'm looking for a dance, not a lap dance," K deadpanned.

Steve shook his head, still chuckling to himself. "Good. Then we're on the same page."

"Oh, sweet, Cap, if I was hitting on you, you'd know it," she promised. "I hope."

"I'd hope so too," Steve laughed.

K turned to Scott finally. "Do you need anything else from me? I had to fudge my place of birth, since it doesn't exist anymore."

Scott shook his head. "We should have everything set as soon as SHIELD pushes it through."

"And Fury will light a fire under it. I'm cashing in a few favors," Steve said.

"You underestimate how much Fury wanted this information himself anyhow," K pointed out.

"Then I'll just call in one favor," Steve laughed.

"Don't want you letting him off the hook where he hasn't earned it," K agreed.

"And I want to save those favors for later," Steve said.

"Something in mind, or just a rainy day?" she asked.

"Just a girl I met last time I was in SHIELD," Steve said with a smirk and a shrug.

"Well, get with it. Rumor has it Jan is drooling to make a wedding dress — better you than me right now."

"Better start making one for yourself, Jan," Steve laughed. "You've been with Hank longer than any one of us."

Jan flushed bright red. "I… you'd have to talk to … Hank is really busy right now…"

"No one is pushing you, Jan. It was just a little teasing. Take your time," Steve said.

"Yeah…." Jan swallowed and turned toward K. "And… same to you, you know. I mean, call me when you're ready, and I'd love to design for you. But … when you're ready."

"She is a good designer," Steve said with a quiet smirk. "Even if you just want something to wear to a dance with an old war vet."

"I'd love that," K said, smiling at Jan. "And … I guess you can come and see the old Chanel."

"Oooh. Yes please."

"It's early," K warned.

"I don't care — it's amazing."

"No, you do care," K said. "A lot."

"Okay, I do. But still!"

"Her little stitches were all perfect," K told her. "And the woman smoked like a chimney and rarely trusted her employees to get it done right before the war."

Jan grinned and leaned forward, her hands clasped under her chin. "Can I keep you? Forever?"

"You can try," she said.

Scott smirked. "Just until the school season starts," he said.

"And then Clint needs to help me make the boys around the mansion spoil me rotten," Jean laughed.

"I doubt they'll need the prompting," Steve said.

"Definitely not," Scott agreed and leaned over to kiss Jean's cheek.

Steve smirked as he picked up the paperwork and put it aside. "Well, I'll just get this up to Fury and we'll have official finalization for you in a few days tops."

"That fast?" K asked, looking honestly surprised.

"You don't have any records," Steve pointed out.

"And Jean and I were already pulling Clint's records for school," Scott admitted. "So we had everything we needed for him."

"Alright then," K said. "I'll leave it to you on how to tell Clint when it's done. Since you have so much already set into place."

"I'll give you the paperwork when I have it. You two should have that moment in private," Steve said.

"I have no idea what I'm doing here, obviously."

"Giving Jan a small heart attack," Steve said without missing a beat.

"Not yet," K said. "She hasn't seen the couture yet."

"I need to see the couture," Jan whispered, still unmoving from where she had to sit down.

"We'll see how it works out. I don't know when I'll be back to it," K said.

"Let me know, please," Jan breathed out.

Jean chuckled and then pulled Scott to his feet. "We should leave you to it," Jean laughed. "I haven't gotten to spend much time with Clint yet and you know… craving."

"Yes, go handle that, and I'll try to answer Jan's questions now," K said, waving her off. "That all have nothing to do with me, thank goodness."

"Nice deflection," Scott said with a smirk under his breath as he followed Jean.