"Unfortunately it's a skill not many people have." Sabine let herself and him into the labs. "Tony! Let me know you're alive!"

"Still kicking!" came the response from somewhere under a table. "Why are you here and not upstairs with the kiddos?"

"I'm getting paid to babysit you, not them," Sabine said dryly, walking over to look under the table at him. He didn't look manic, at least, and was actually working on a bot, so that was acceptable.

"Jesus, Stark, how do you work in this?" Logan asked, wrinkling his nose and looking around. "Place reeks of metal and burnt grease."

"Not all of us have such sensitive noses, Logan," Tony said.

"I don't think he notices it anymore, to be honest," Sabine said with a shrug. "He's in here more often than not, and he's been at this a while."

"Are you calling me old?"

"Now would I do that to you?"

Logan snorted and shook his head.

"There are two of you, great," he muttered.

"Hey!" they both pouted.

"Alright, Tony, you know the drill. Update me."

"I had coffee," Tony said stubbornly. When Sabine rolled her eyes, he huffed. "The kiddos forced me to have waffles for breakfast, I escaped down here a couple hours ago. Satisfied?"

"Yes." Sabine smiled placidly.

Logan just listened to the exchange, and couldn't help the slight grin. Yup, she was definitely good at Stark-wrangling, no doubt about it.

"Okay Tony, I'm going to go check on the kids and Cam. You can work until lunch time, and then you're emerging to play nice with people. You did bring them here, after all."

"Nooooo," Tony whined.

"Yes. You heard me, Jarvis. Remind him twenty minutes beforehand."

"Of course."

"And Tony? Don't make me threaten you with Logan, I can bribe him into hitting you again." Sabine grinned when Tony pouted and returned to his work sulkily.

Logan raised an eyebrow, glancing at Sabine. Then he shrugged and looked back at Tony, smirking a bit.

Tony pouted and waved them off. Satisfied, Sabine tucked her hand into Logan's arm.

"Come on, let's go check on the kids."

"Gladly," Logan said. He walked with her to the elevator. "Can't say I'm surprised they're all here. "Stark wouldn't take 'em anywhere else."

"No, he wouldn't," Sabine agreed. "I'm sure Clint's having a blast with them, though."

"I'm sure," Logan said dryly. "Stark whines about him sometimes. Seems like they're two of a kind."

"Pretty much," Sabine agreed with a little grin. "But Clint has more of a tendency to perch on top of things and throw random objects at people."

Logan snorted at that.

"Sounds like he'd get along with the Elf well enough," he said. "Like a damn house on fire."

Sabine snickered at that and exited the elevator, taking in the level of chaos and finding it acceptable.

"Well, this is oddly normal for me."

"No kiddin'," Logan muttered. He watched the chaos with a resigned eye. Then, taking a breath, he barked, "HEY!"

The kids (and Clint) all froze at that, their eyes wide, pretty much all of them caught with the hand-in-the-cookie-jar expression.

"Simmer down," Sabine said calmly. "Kids, over here, I need a headcount. Clint, get down from there and put the marshmallows away. No, do not throw one at me." She used her version of the Pepper Glare. Clint sheepishly put the bag of marshmallows down.

Logan just stood behind Sabine, looming and glowering to make sure everyone behaved for her. Hey, he knew how to handle the kids, when they needed handling. He did, however, raise and eyebrow at Clint and his bag of marshmallows. Yep, that one would get along just fine with Kurt, no doubt about it.

Sabine counted off the kids, satisfied when none were missing, and then glanced around.

"Where's Cam?"

Clint grinned a bit.

"Nat dragged her down to the gym," he said. "Something about wanting to see what she could do."

Sabine paused. "Yeah, no, I'm not getting in the middle of that," she muttered. "I am not getting paid enough to get in the middle of that."

Logan actually snickered.

"She's prob'ly never dealt with a proper telekinetic before," he said. "I'd lay even money that Cam's either got her in a bubble or off the floor by now."

"I don't doubt that, Cam has been training long enough, but Natasha is scary when she wants to be. I am not interrupting those two before they are well and truly done." Sabine glowered when Clint cackled at her.

Logan smirked and tilted his head towards Clint.

"You can make him do it," he said.

"I could." Sabine eyed him, considering.

"What the hell, man?" Clint asked, looking at Logan. "Not cool."

"Clint."

"Aw, man." Clint drooped and dropped down from his perch. "You owe me cookies!" He pouted as he stepped into the elevator.