Tiny little Tasha 5

AGEPLAY!!! Lots and lots of ageplay. And accidents, but more in relation to the age play. You have been warned!!! :D Also, expect Big Time Boyfriend Monday through Friday, this one on Saturdays, and a new, random story every Suday. :D READ ON YOUNG FANFIC WARRIOR!! :P

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Chapter 5:

"Shh, Tasha it's okay," Tony said. This only resulted in her crying harder. "Cap? We've got a situation."

"Where are you?" He asked. 

"An old warehouse. She says she wants Daddy," he informed them. Steve looked at Clint.

"I am going to murder the bastard that did this to her," he growled, grabbing his bow and stomping off as Tony gave them his exact location.

"Shh, Tasha it's okay," Tony tried again. "Um, Daddy's coming, but he wanted me to come see you first."

Natasha looked up at him with watery eyes. "Weally?" She asked.

Tony nodded. "He said to come get you out of trouble," he cooed. "Now let's see... How about we take this silly little IV out hmm?" Natasha burst into tears again. "Okay okay no touching that. But how about we... Untie your legs?" Natasha settled at that and nodded. Tony made quick work of the knots at her legs when he realized it: she had wet herself.

"I'm here!" Clint announced, completely flabbergasted by what he saw.

"Daddy!" Natasha squealed.

"What the f-"

"Don't swear in front of the child!" Phil said. "Hi Tasha."

"Uncle Phil!" She squealed. "Where's Mommy?"

"She had to work today," Phil said, as if all of this were completely normal. "Can I take out that little thing in your arm?"

Natasha nodded. "Will it hurt?" She asked.

"Nope. Mister Steve, can you get the medic and an ambulance here please?" Phil asked Steve. Steve shook his head to try and clear it, and nodded. As soon as he left he turned to Tony and hulk. "You two go help Steve. I need to talk with them alone."

Tony nodded. "Come on big guy. Let's go find you a nice soft blanket for Bruce," he said. Hulk huffed in agreement and left.

Tasha shifted around uncomfortably. "Uncle Phil?" She said.

"Yes darling?"

"Had an oopsie," she said with a blush. Phil looked her over. Her spy suit was drenched from the waist down, and she was shivering from the cool dampness surrounding her.

"It's okay," Clint said, coming out of his stupor. "Accidents happen." Phil took out the IV, using a scrap of fabric that he found to stop the bleeding. The medics arrived then, just as shocked as everyone else had been. Phil untied her arms and she stumbled over to Clint. 

"Shh, I'm right here angel," he said. He didn't know what was going on, but she obviously needed the comfort a small child would. He exchanged a look with Phil, and they both knew she had been compromised in a way that was completely foreign to all of them.