Tiny little Tasha 11

No real warnings aside from the obvious ageplay. enjoy! ;D

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Chapter 11:

"Reed says he can take a look at her tomorrow," Tony informed the team at dinner. Pepper and Clint were trying to feed Tasha a grilled cheese while everyone else enjoyed some of Bruce's curry.

"Tasha come on, eat," Clint said, almost begging.

She shook her head. "I don't like it!" She said with her mouth as closed as she could keep it.

"Tasha, if you don't eat dinner than you have to go straight to bed with no story," Pepper said firmly. It always worked on Tony.

"Noo! I wanna story!" She whined.

"Then eat your dinner," Pepper said firmly.  Natasha pouted but there wasn't any more trouble after that. She and Tony ate messily, earning them a few sighs and giggles. 

"Phil, would you mind going to the store for me after dinner?" Pepper asked. "We're going to need a few things for Natasha tonight."

"Absolutely," Phil smiled.

"Oh and Tony? I want to see what yo did in the lab today," Pepper said. Tony perked up at that, as that happened to be their code for "little time."

The rest of the meal passed quietly, Natasha making a mess of herself.

Clint sighed as Natasha giggled and ran away when he tried to clean her up. "Come back here!" He said as he ran after her with a wet washcloth.

"Just grab some pull-ups and some juice, I think we're out," Pepper explained to Coulson.

"What about a bottle or a sippy cup?" He asked.

"I think we have one around," she said calmly.

"I don't think he's going to want to share though," Phil whispered. Pepper paled slightly before regaining her composure.

"Well whether he wants to or not is beside the point," Pepper huffed, before turning to Clint. "Get her in the bath for me."

"But Mommy!" Tasha whined.

"No butts little lady," Pepper said firmly. "Get in the bath with Daddy, and then we can snuggle and read a story before bed, okay?"

Natasha pouted but let Clint carry her to the bathroom. Phil took his keys and wallet and headed toward the elevator while Bruce did the dishes. That left Pepper and Steve.

"Can you help me with something?" Pepper asked.

Steve winced but nodded. He had a feeling he knew what was coming. Pepper quietly lead him down to the lab, where Tony was already digging around a Lego bin. He promptly looked up when he heard the lab doors open and frowned.

"I thought we were gonna play," he said tensely. "We ALWAYS play after dinner!"

"I know we do sweetie," Pepper said calmly. "But Tasha needs more help tonight."

"You don't love me anymore, do you?!" Tony snapped. "She's more important than I am, isn't she?"

"Tony you know that isn't true," Pepper said, wrapping the boy in a hug. "I know you're jealous, but Tasha can't help what happened to her. How would you like it if I left you all alone when you needed a change or a drink, hmm?"

"Bad," Tony mumbled against Pepper.

"Alright, so how do you think Tasha will feel if I don't help her?"

"That's different! She has Clint too!"

"Well what if I helped out?" Steve said suddenly, causing them both to look up at him.

"You'd really be willing to do that?" Tony asked, a bit skeptical.

"I mean... I love little kids and... And Tasha's fun but she's a girl and you..."

"Would you be willing to try Tony?" Pepper asked, cutting off Steve's babbling. Tony looked at Steve, then at his mommy, and nodded slowly. 

"Will you still tuck me in tonight?" He asked. 

"Of course sweetie," Pepper cooed, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Steve will just play with you and help you get ready for bed. He knows the routine."

"I promise, I'm just here to help until Tasha gets better," Steve promised. Tony nodded slowly.

"Wanna play Legos?" He asked. Steve smiled and nodded. Pepper breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed a sippy cup before she went back upstairs.