Nervously, Rachel picked up the phone and dialed the number. On the space station, Clint's cell phone started ringing. he looked at the caller id readout, and almost dropped the phone. It was Rachel.
"Hello."
"Clint? It's Rachel."
"Oh. Hi."
"Hi." There was an awkward silence, and then Clint spoke up.
"So, how are they?"
"They're good. They're almost a year old."
"Can I see them?"
"Of course. Any time you want."
"How about today? I could teleport down there."
"Okay, we'll look forward to seeing you."
About an hour later, Clint nervously rang the buzzer, and Rachel let him in.
"You look good," he said, giving her a hug.
"You too. Mac's with the kids. Would you like to see them?"
"Yeah." Rachel led Clint the the backyard where Macauley was pushing Annie on a safety swing. The boys were sitting in a sandbox.
"Clint, this is Anakin Lucas and this is Krit Piccolo. Boys, this is your Daddy."
"Daddy!" Krit said, throwing his hands up for Clint to pick him up, while Anakin just glared. Clint scooped up one of his sons.
"Do they have any powers?" Clint asked.
"Yeah, they have warrior telepathy, with a link, atom manipulation, and several powers from being blessed by magical creatures."
"That makes sense, the link, that is. Bob and Dave and I have a link. Could I spend some time with them?"
"Well," Rachel said, smiling. "Mac and I are going away for the weekend, and Zac agreed to baby-sit, but how would you like to watch the boys for a few days?"
"That would be great. Could I stay for dinner?"
"Sure."