Tiny little Tasha 9

Chapter 9:

"Really Tony, you're being ridiculous," Bruce said as he scrubbed the couch with the one cleaning product Tony had actually let him use on the leather. "She's just a child."

"Yes, she's fine Pepper," Steve said from the kitchen. "A little worse for the wear, but Clint.... Yes, I'll be sure to tell them. Alright, we'll see you around six." With that, Steve hung up the phone. "She's on Tasha's side Tony."

"That's just cuz they're bed bugs," he mumbled with a huff.

"Am I sensing some sibling rivalry?" Bruce teased lightly.

Tony blushed before hurrying out a "No!"

"Oh I think that's a yes," Steve chuckled. "Someone's quite jealous."

"Am not!" Tony said, stomping his foot.

"Hey hey hey, relax hot shot," Bruce said, rubbing his shoulder. "It's hard when you're not the center of attention anymore. And bedbugs?"

Tony whimpered. "Pepper has been dating Natasha for nine months," he said softly.

Bruce and Steve looked at each other. "Mommy," they said at the same time.

"JARVIS, mind telling Clint about this little tidbit about Agent Romanoff and Miss Potts?" 

"Gladly," The AI responded. 

Tony shifted a bit uncomfortably. "Pepper's gonna be mad I told on her," he whimpered.

"Nonsense Tony, we needed to know," Bruce said. "Is there anything ELSE you know that might be helpful?"

Tony whimpered and shifted more, slowly beginning to potty dance. "Nope! Now if you will excuse me, I believe I have some work to attend to in the lab."

Bruce watched him toddle off and sighed. "JARVIS, keep an eye on him for me."

"Absolutely," the AI replied.

MEANWHILE....

"Seriously, what do we put her in?" Clint asked. "It's not like she really owns anything toddler-" he stopped when he found footies in her size buried at the bottom of her pajama drawer.

"Tigger!" She said, seeing them. 

"Just put them on her," Phil said, trying to control the squirming girl in her arms.

"And what do you suggest we put UNDER them?" Clint asked, tossing Phil the pajamas.

"Just let her go commando," Phil said. "I'll go out and get something for her later."

Clint nodded. "Now Tasha, you HAVE to tell us when you need to go potty," he said, sliding the footies up her legs.

"But it's so hard! And Big Bird is more fun," she whined.

"But it's not hard to push pause," Clint said, doing the Jammie's up. "And it's easier to go potty than to clean up after an accident. Promise me you'll try and go next time, okay?"

Natasha huffed. "Okay Daddy," she pouted.

"Good girl. Now let's go watch Big bird," he said, scooping her up.

"Yay!" She squealed.