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Alphabetize pairings. They will be archived that way!
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Fill: Escalation (5a/7)

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The elevator didn't even feel like it moved, but the door opened to another room, and Phil standing with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for them.

"So Phil," Clint said, tone sharp, pushing past Natasha to the elevator door. "Tell me again about this part time desk job you're doing."

Phil's face was neutral and calm, the kind of expression Peter was starting to recognise as heading for angry. "Forty two people died on the helicarrier today, Clint, and Hill is trying to explain to the Mayor why the SHIELD base was seen over the bay - in direct contravention of our agreement - because Fury's still in medical with a concussion."

"The mothership is ours?" Peter gasped, looking to Tasha for confirmation.

Phil barely took a breath in his retort. "The helicopter needed another crewman, so I stepped up because I found out that you and my son were in the middle of the city in the predicted path of the fighting. Do *not* make a big fuss over this right now, alright?"

"Shit, Phil," Clint muttered, crossing the distance between them and tugging him close. He beckoned Peter over and pulled him into an awkward hug between the two of them, ignoring Peter's pointed look of distaste. He might have appreciated the reassurance, but he was a teenager, he wasn't *allowed* to enjoy hugs from his family.

"You guys have some explaining to do," he muttered into Phil's shoulder, surrendering to the hug for a moment before pulling away.

Tony and Natasha had stepped away discretely and were having an animated conversation about something which involved a lot of gun gestures. They both glanced over at Peter as if they'd noticed the family hug breaking up, and Clint and Phil stepped to flank him as Tony called them through into the next room from the entryway they'd converged in.

The next room was a lounge - filled with sofas and square stools and odd-shaped tables that might have been modern art, but were half-covered with comedy drinks coasters.

There were already a handful of people in the room - Steve Rogers and James Rhodes very recognisable from their TV campaigns and news reports, and Mrs Potts who'd been a project in Peter's business class.

They were all greeted sincerely by the tired-looking superheroes, and Mrs. Potts got up to give Tasha and Clint hugs before dragging Tony off to a seat on the other side of the room. Clint took a seat next to Captain Rogers and started up a friendly conversation about the stray crane fly that had nearly crashed on top of them. Phil sat on a square stool facing the two of them, a pleased look on his face. He'd glanced back at Peter and patted the stood beside his own, but Peter was feeling contrary after the enforced family hug and so followed Natasha over to where Colonel Rhodes had a laptop open and was tapping away.