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The baby -- Bruce would have to ask Thor if she had a name -- drew her face into a scowl and let out a fussy little cry.
"What's wrong?" he asked. As if she could answer.
"Probably hungry," Stark said. "Jarvis -- what's the ETA on that delivery?"
"Approximately twelve minutes," the AI replied.
The baby began crying in earnest and waving her tiny fists in the air. She kicked fretfully at the blankets that confined her legs.
And then Bruce saw her baby-blue eyes flash green. He felt her growing in his arms, and watched as her skin turned green.
"Uh-oh."