Tiny little Tasha 6

Heyyoo! Yes, it's been waaaaaayyy too long since I've posted something other than BTB. BUT! I have not given up on the other stories. In fact I have quite a few things at play. ;) It's been a while since I posted a chapter for TLT. Also, if I write on mobile, it change's Clint to CLINT. I'm trying to catch them all, but if I miss one, I apologize. :P Enjoy!

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Chapter 6:

"It's like something straight out of The Hunger Games," the doctor said. Once they had arrived at SHIELD, and after a lot of gawking, the medic team had set to work. They found Natasha new dry clothes (which Phil had had to dress her in), and after a lot of begging and a few stickers, they had gotten some blood to examine. She was now coloring happily, while Phil and Clint watched. Clint had demanded no one else see Natasha like this, because he knew if she snapped out of it- and he was hoping she would- she would kill them if they saw her. Literally.

"In English?" Clint begged.

"The long and the short of it is that she's mentally a two-and-a-half year old," The doctor explained. "She's associated you with her father, but I have no clue who she thinks her mother is."

"What about the-"

"Accident? The serum could have caused it. She wasn't dehydrated thank God. But expect a lot more of them," she explained. "We're dealing with a toddler here. I don't know if she'll get past it on her own but I would doubt it. She may have to re-grow-up."

Phil rubbed Clint's shoulders. "We'll get through it," he assured his boyfriend.

"How?! None of us know the first thing about kids!" He exclaimed. "And she won't let anyone besides me, you, and whoever the hell 'mommy' is near her!"

"Agent Barton, breathe," the doctor said. "Kids aren't hard. They're just tiny people. And most kids are shy around new people. Just give it time. And bring her back in two weeks for another assessment, alright?" Clint nodded, watching the doctor leave.

"Can we go home now?" Tasha asked. 

"Almost," Phil cooed. "You need to try and go potty and Daddy and I have to go see Mister Fury. Can Uncle Steve come sit with you while we do that?"

Tasha whimpered. "Why can't I come?" She asked sadly. 

"Because it's just for grown-ups honey," Clint said. "And besides, Uncle Steve is fun."

"....does he like to color?" She asked. Phil nodded. "I guess he can come then."

"Good girl. Now let's try and go potty first," Phil said. 

Natasha shook her head defiantly. "I don't have to!" She said firmly. "I went for the doctors a little bit ago!"

Clint rubbed his temples. "Alright alright," he relented. He went to go find Steve.

IN LE WAITING ROOM...

"No Tony we can NOT give her alcohol!" Steve argued. He'd figured she was a small child in some way or another. Clint cleared his throat.

"How is our little brat?" He asked, earning him a slap on the head. "Hey!"

"The doctors think she's about two," Clint sighed. "And guess who she thinks is daddy?" Tony fell over laughing. Clint just rolled his eyes and continued. "Fury wants to talk to me and Phil and the only person she trusts to sit with her is you."

Steve nodded, following them back. "Just breathe Clint," he said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Clint sighed in frustration. "I don't know the first thing about kids Cap, and now I have to raise one!"

"And you'll have all of us behind you," Steve assured him. "We'll figure it out."

"I just want to know who Mommy is," Clint sighed, stopping in front of the room. "She's really really shy. And she doesn't like to speak up, so pay attention to her little signals, okay?"

"I promise, we'll be fine," Steve assured him. Clint slowly opened the door.

"Daddy!" Tasha squealed. 

"Hey princess," he said with a smile. "I brought Uncle Steve to play."

"Hey Tasha," Steve said. She scooted away nervously. "It's okay. I hear you like to color."

"Uh huh," she said softly. "Do you?"

Clint smiled and watched as the two began drawing, Natasha giggling. He turned and followed Phil down the hall, coming face to face with a fuming one-eyed director. "Sit," he growled.