line up your soldiers one final time

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WHO: Steve Rogers and Others/Open.
WHERE: Various.
WHEN: The past week and a half or so.
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: STEVE DOES THINGS AND PEOPLE HAPPEN.
FORMAT: Any.



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[smarterthandad]

[Val scowls. NO FAIR BEING AN ADULT AND TWICE HER HEIGHT.]

I take a multivitamin.

...And Dad likes Hulk Bits.

[I can find the panel proving it if I have to.]

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Whatever a multivitamin is, it doesn't excuse you from eating your vegetables.

[He shifts the stool over so it's closer to the stove and knocks his knuckles against the top of it, indicating she should climb aboard or be brought aboard.] You can have the cereal after you've had something that actually counts as food.

[smarterthandad]

I won't want the cereal then.

[She's on to his sinister plan, and noticeably not climbing up on the stool.]

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Good. [With that, he picks her up and sets her on the stool.] You can't tell me no one here's been making sure you eat right.

[smarterthandad]

[Val goes limp when picked up, like a resigned cat. She has a roughly equivalent expression, too. A mere 15 years until people can't legally pull this on her. No big deal. That's only five times as long as she's been alive.]

Define "right."

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Balanced. Healthy. [He shifts the pan back to its burner and its contents start to sizzle again.] Something that's better for you than the box it comes in.

[smarterthandad]

Mr. Barton got Chinese the other day.

[Given the contents of the refrigerator, the fact that the Avengers' current childcare policy seems to be "benign neglect," and that Val is basically self-sufficient, especially when she's trying not to draw attention to herself and whatever plan she's concocting, it seems likely that she's eating a diet rich in sugary cereal, pop-tarts, and microwave popcorn.]

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Is that what your mom gives you? Chinese food and cereal that looks like cookies?

[RAISED EYEBROW. He tilts the pan, letting its contents slide into a waiting container, which he labels and dates using a piece of tape. That goes into the fridge along with several other such tupperware.] What kind of food do you like?

[smarterthandad]

[Val doesn't want to talk about home, so she only answers the last question.]

I'm not a picky eater.