Baby Buck-Buck*

This one takes place directly after the last piece in this series. Warnings include: Wetting, age-play, past torture/abuse (Though very mild and completely in canon), and de-aging. Enjoy!

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Maria had been very specific: As few people as possible, but Steve, Bruce, Loki and Thor HAD to come. Sam had decided his boyfriend needed his support, and Natasha insisted she come, because Bucky had trained her, after all. And then Clint and Tony had refused to leave her side, and Pepper couldn't very well leave the two of them alone. So they all piled into two separate cars. Steve was honest-to-God shaking and Sam kept trying to remind him that Bucky was gonna be fine. That he had two super-genius scientists looking after him, and not to mention he'd have Sam at his disposal and to just fucking BREATHE.

Steve had to admit, the fact that Bucky was even alive had lifted such an enormous burden from his shoulders. He didn't have his best friend's death on his shoulders anymore. Granted he had let him fall to an almost-death and gotten turned into a brain-washed slave, but still. Better than dead. Wasn't it? Right now he wasn't sure. Whatever had happened, Maria sounded intense. Not that she could sound good if it involved Bucky, but still.... something was off.

As the nine (NINE! Maria had said AS FEW AS POSSIBLE) of them made their way up to her apartment, Steve began hyperventilating. It felt like he was a stupid kid with asthma again and God damnit everyone was looking at him and then- Then Sam took his hand. He reminded Steve that he loved him, and they were all here for him, and that it was going to be okay. Pepper took the boys to run up and down the stairs, and even Loki was by his side.

"You care for this man greatly, don't you?" He asked. Even with his hair in pigtails, Loki was still so observant. Steve nodded. "This man... he needs you. He is not in his right mind. I've gotten a few energy feelers and it's not.... normal. What they've done to him."

"You can say that again," Hill said, making everyone jump. "I thought I said as few people as possible."

"I tried Hill," Steve muttered. "How bad is it? Really?" She took a deep breath and motioned them into the apartment.

* * * *

Steve stood in front of the six-foot tall super soldier, currently in a diaper on Maria's couch. He was going to rip every fucking HYDRA base to shreds and then let Loki burn it to the ground for this. How could they?! HOW COULD THEY?!

"He doesn't seem past four months old," Hill explained. "Even Loki is older than him at this point."

"We need to get him to the lab and run some tests," Bruce murmured.

"He's not going to suddenly slip out of this," Steve choked out.

"I should hope not," Loki said. Everyone gave him a weird look. "He's killed hundreds since you two were last together, has he not? Even Stark's parents?" Steve swallowed hard and nodded. "Then why make him relive all the trauma and suffering of that? At least like this he can heal. He will... He will recover."

"Still, we need to make sure there's not too much Traumatic brain injury," Bruce said. "And the sooner we do it the better, before he-" Bucky awoke, saw all the people, and started bawling. "-Before he wakes up."

* * * *

Loki had to take a step into the hall. The energy in the room was just too much and he needed to breathe clean, filtered air. Thor followed him.

"Are you well brother?" He asked gently.

Loki stared at the wall. "I don't think so," Loki choked out, his breath hitched as he looked at Thor. His eyes were misty and his brother was at his side in an instant. "They're both just in so much PAIN Daddy a-a-and I feel it too and it hurts! It hurts me so bad Dada!"

"Shh, little one you are safe," Thor murmured.

"It- It hurts," Loki gasped in between sobs.

* * * *

"Mama how fast can you get a carseat for someone Steve's size delivered?" Natasha asked as she skipped into the stairwell.

Pepper gave her a dubious look. "At least two days," She answered. "Why?"

"Bruce and Loki are pretty sure HYDRA reset Bucky's brain," Natasha said quietly. "They think he's even younger than Loki."

"Oh my," Pepper gasped. "How's-"

"Steve is trying really hard not to lose his shit," Natasha said, earning herself a glare for the expletive. Pepper was about to scold her when Clint appeared from above them.

"Auntie Pepper I needa go potty," Clint whimpered, squirming in place. Well, at least this time he said something.

"Tasha watch your brother please," Pepper said, taking Clint by the hand, praising him for using his words. Tony stood behind Natasha.

"You're scared," He said. Natasha nodded. "He has something to do with before Clint found you." Another nod. "He won't hurt you."

"You don't know that," Natasha whispered. "He gave me nightmares for three weeks after we got home from DC."

"Then sleep with me and Mommy again," Tony said, taking her hand. "We'll keep you safe. I promise Nat." Natasha wanted to believe him. But she really couldn't get herself to buy it.

* * * *

"Steve, pull it together man," Sam said. "You've been hunting him for how long and now that you have him, you go all kicked puppy?"

"I-"

"Don't even start," Sam said. "Is this really any different than the other kids? Because this isn't. He just needs you full time now."

Steve smiled up (or down?) at his boyfriend. "Knew there was a reason I made you my sidekick."

"Damn straight. I'm the only one who calls you out on your bullshit," Sam said, settling in next to Steve. "And just so it's clear, I've always loved kids."

Steve kissed Sam gently. "Well, guess it's a good thing, since I got one now."

Sam snorted. "You have two. Don't forget your little princess," He reminded the blonde sternly. "Come on. Let's go home."

* * * *

Steve was prepared for things to go wrong with Bucky. He expected huge crying fits, being unable to soothe him. What he hadn't counted on, was Natasha to be so upset about the sudden change. She withdrew instantly. Steve was so worried he didn't notice at first though. He was too busy dealing with a crying, helpless man who wouldn't let him out of his sight. Nothing calmed his cries. Not food (meaning formula), not cuddles, nothing. Loki felt it, Natasha felt it... hell, even Pepper and Clint felt it.

That night was the worst. Bucky had finally fallen asleep, and Steve had just settled into a peaceful sleep when...

"Steve, Steve man, wake up," Sam said, shaking his shoulder.

"He's crying isn't he?" Steve asked, not bothering to open his eyes.

"Yup." Steve threw a pillow over his head.

* * * *

"Mama?" Natasha whispered, holding Tony's hand in hers.

"Yes angel?" The woman asked, flicking on the bedside lamp.

"Bucky won't stop screaming and Steve can't get him to stop," Natasha yawned. "Can we sleepy with you?" Pepper smiled and rolled down the covers.

* * * *

Loki sighed. He wasn't going to get any sleep like this. Not with that... pain. It was endless. It was all Bucky could feel and it wouldn't stop. He tried shoving his head under his pillows, crawling in bed with Papa, but NOTHING would make the hurt go away!

Finally, the next morning, he decided enough was enough. He was going to fix this once and for all. He waited until Steve had left Bucky just whimpering on the blanket they kept in the living room. Loki crawled over. He looked so.... sad. Yeah, this was the right choice. He slowly started muttering a spell, and slowly the light around the two of them grew. Unfortunately that was the moment Thor noticed his abscence.

"Loki no-!" WOOSH! All at once the crying stopped. Everything stopped. The pain Loki had been feeling was gone. And in place of Bucky....

"Oh Fuck me," Steve sighed. Loki picked up the infant. The wriggly, fussy, squishy thing.

"He's smaller than he's supposed to be," Loki said. He still cuddled the infant to his chest. "But I suppose you will do."

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. Seriously, could the get through ONE MORNING without magic or explosions? "Loki."

"What?"

"Let's get him to my lab," Bruce said patiently.

* * * *

"Well, he's healthy. All the brain trauma from before is gone. He's matching his mental age," Bruce said.

"See?" Loki said proudly. "I did it!"

Steve shook his head. "I don't... I wasn't... we're not properly prepared..."

"Steve, you've got all of us to back you up," Bruce reminded him. "He's just a baby."

"A baby..." Steve said, looking at the tiny bundle in his arms. The baby looked up at him and smiled, his hands going into his mouth. Steve smiled back. "Alright little guy. You can stay. I'm with you until the end of the line, no matter what. You got that?" baby Bucky gurgled and cooed at Steve, which made him smile a mile wide. Yeah, he could do this... right?

Tasha vs. the potty monster

Major warnings for past child abuse, angst, and heavy wetting/omorashi. Don't like? Don't read! :D Enjoy lovelies!

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1.
They were just watching a movie. It should have been fun. It shouldn't have set her off at all. Daddy was on the couch curled up with Sam and Clint was snuggled into Bruce, his head mostly hiding under the blanket on their laps. She was nestled into Mommy's left side and Tony was on her right, already asleep, which was why they were watching the scary movie.

But that was what set her off.

The girl was in the bathroom and something scary jumped out at her. She wet herself, and the monster killed her. The girl was big, like Natasha was sometimes. Natasha whimpered, as did Clint, who really, of the people present should be watching this because it was HIS idea. Bruce finally says enough and turns on something animated. But Tasha never saw if they got rid of the monster. For all she knew it could be hiding in their bathroom right now. Granted it would be a dumb monster to try and take on the Avengers. But lots of people were dumb enough to do that apparently, which was why they still had a job.

As Mommy tucked her in, Tasha whimpered. "Mommy?" She asked.

"Yes angel?" Pepper asked, running a hand through the red-head's locks.

"That movie we watched, with the monster. Th-the good guys get rid of it, right?" Tasha asked nervously.

Pepper smiled. "Of course they do angel," She cooes, giving the girl a little kiss on the cheek. She flicks on the star projector they have that functions as a nightlight, before turning off the lamp. "Now go to sleep."

Tasha nods, giving Mommy a small goodnight, and pretends to be asleep until Mommy leaves. Then she gets up and shuts the door to the bathroom in their nursery, and locks it. Better safe than sorry, right?


2.
The next morning Tasha awakes to a rather unpleasant dream that leads to an unpleasant reality. She had been having accidents during the night more and more lately, but that didn't mean she had to like it. She sniffled, and that was when Mommy walked in with Auntie Hill. The women frowned, but were both quick to reassure her and shower her with love. Tasha blushed and avoided their gaze. But that wasn't the worst part. They were going to make her use the potty and get cleaned up.

"No!" She yelled, pulling away from them. Hill gives them both a weird look.

"Why not?" Mommy asked.

"B-b-because their might be a monster in there," She whimpered, pulling her knees to her chest, which felt really gross like this but it was better than being eaten by a monster.

"Tasha that's silly!" Auntie Hill tries. "There are no...." She stopped short. Half of her job was dealing WITH said monsters.

"And what if the one from the movie is waiting in our bathroom to eat me when I try to get in the bath?" Tasha added.

"You know what? I have an idea," Pepper winked. "Maria, would you mind getting Steve and Sam for me?"

* * * *

"You have got to be kidding me," Sam muttered.

"Just shut up and do it," Steve said.

"You can't lie to save your life," Sam reminded him, putting his wings on his back.

"It's not lying if there's no monster," Steve said, grabbing his shield. Sam sighed, going to "Atlantis" and, for once and for all, proving that there was no monster. It seemed to passify Natasha enough that she would get in, but she refused to get out unless Daddy came in with his shield again to protect her. Steve seriously did not get paid enough to deal with this shit.


3.
The next three days were hell. Natasha refused to go anywhere near the bathroom. She wouldn't bathe unless Steve kept guard, and she wouldn't even try to use the bathroom. She was utterly convinced if she did, something was going to kill her. As if to show solidarity to his big sister, Tony started refusing to try and go potty too insisting he was a "big boy!" This resulted in Clint overestimating what little bit of control over his body he had too. Needless to say, it got messy and irritating really quick.

"This is why we never should have let them watch that movie," Bruce said logically. Sam was babysitting so all the grown-ups could talk.

"Well you're the one who gave in and put it in!" Steve argued back. "I wanted to watch Toy Story again. But nooo! We HAD to educate Steve on his horror movies," Steve growled.

"Like Sam minded, you were in his arms pretty much the whole time," Hill snarked. "Look, until we can get a handle on this, you six are grounded. I can't have three incontent super heroes running around and wetting themselves in the middle of taking out evil."

Bruce pinched his nose and tried to take some deep breaths.

"What if the issue here is deeper than we realize it is?" Pepper finally said. All three adults looked at her. "The boys, I'll admit, are probably only doing this to annoy us and because she's the oldest. But what if this actually something deeper than just being scared of a monster?"

"You know, she has a point," Hill said. "But we can't exactly take this to a shrink."

"I can try and get them to talk. Clint and I have been doing really well with play therapy."

"I'll try anything at this point," Pepper sighed, rubbing her temples.


4.
The next afternoon, Bruce brought Clint into his lab first. That's where he kept the doll house. He had some different figures and some furniture, but he had gone out that morning to buy a specific set. He had the house set up much like they did the tower, including their bathroom.

"Hey squirt," Bruce cooed. "Wanna play?"

Clint nodded happily. He liked it when they played with the dolls, because it made everything so much easier to talk about, and he didn't have to age up to do so. He noticed the new figures and set and smiled.

"Let's pretend we're playing in the nursery," Bruce suggested. Clint liked that idea and played along. But soon Bruce got to the heart of the issue, and made his doll pretend he had to go potty.

"No! You CAN'T!" Clint's doll insisted.

"Why not?" Bruce's doll asked.

"Cuz... cuz it's bad," Clint said. "You're a'posed to hold it. And Tasha says that there's a monster in there anyways."

"Why? Holding it is bad for my body," Bruce said.

"No it's not. Dad said we shouldn'," Clint said darkly. "Dad gets mad about a lot."

"But is dad here?" Bruce's doll asked.

Clint shrugged. "Things are nice. Don' wanna mess it up. Should be able to control it."

"Clint, it's okay if you can't," Bruce reminded him. "Your body has been through a lot, and sometimes it just can't help itself."

"But I should!" Clint insisted. "You can! And so can Unca Steve and Pepper and Hill and Thor and-"

"That's because we've had practice," Bruce said. "If you really want to, we can try and help you learn Clint. Did anyone ever teach you when you were little the first time?"

Clint shook his head. "Momma tried, but Dad got mad at her for it a lot," He sniffled. Bruce hugged him close.

"We'll learn Clint. We'll learn the right way, okay?" Bruce felt the blond nod against his chest, small little sniffles emanating from there as well.

* * * *

Tony was next. He found the doll house really colorful, but his figure may have ended up in his mouth more than once. Again, Bruce went through the same routine, but this time, Tony shook his head. "Bad," He whimpered.

"Why is it bad?" Bruce asked.

"D-Dad said. Gotta... gotta learn to be big. Can't always have what we want," Tony sniffled. "Bad."

Bruce hugged him. "Is dad here?" He asked. Tony shook his head. "Then we don't have to listen to him. Besides, that's a bad rule. And what do we say about bad rules?"

"That they're bad and we're good so we follow good rules," Tony said, nearly in tears.

"That's right. So if you need to go potty, you should go. If you don't want to use your diaper, you can always ask me or Mommy to take you to the big boy potty. You know that, right?"

"Scary!" Tony said, finally bursting into tears. Bruce held him and rocked the genius gently. He figured it would probably come to this, and the poor little thing looked so tired anyways.

* * * *

Tasha was last, and she was late because apparently she had wet herself again. She was visibly on edge and wouldn't let Pepper out of her sight. Clearly there was something deeper here. Again, Bruce went through the same routine, but this time, Natasha made her doll attack Bruce's.

"Natasha, why did you do that?" He asked calmly.

"No. Absolutely not," She said, and for some reason, she had aged up. "It's not safe."

"Why is it not safe?" Bruce asked.

"It.... It just isn't! That should be enough!" Natasha yelled.

"Nat, calm down," Pepper pleaded. "We just want to help."

"You can't! No one can! It's not safe! It just... isn't!" Natasha yelled, before sprinting out of the room. By the time the other two were out the door, she was in the vents. She wasn't sure where she was headed, but she couldn't stand to think about things anymore.


5.
Sam whistled happily as he walked through his floor in the tower, He had just finished his workout, and was intending to shower. Unfortunately, as he entered his bedroom, he found a certain red-head passed out, her thumb in her mouth and her lower half (And Sam's bed) soaked. Sam sighed before backing out. "J, any reason she's here?" He asked.

"Agent Romanov and Dr. Banner were attempting play therapy when Agent Romanov snapped, and fled the room. She came here and cried herself to sleep approximately forty-five minutes ago, and wet herself approximately thirty minutes ago," The AI detailed. Sam rubbed his temples. He decided to leave her be for a while and shower.

Once he was clean and dressed, the man quietly knelt beside the bed. "Tasha? Wake up for me sweetie," He whispered. The red-head whimpered and rolled over to face him. "Hey sleepy."

"M'sowwy," She said around her thumb.

"Nah, don't stress over it, happens to the best of us," Sam said happily. "Happened to be for a while too, after I came home."

"It did?" She asked.

Sam nodded. "Happened to a lot of guys I knew. But I gotta ask, why can't you seem to go potty when you're awake?"

".....I can't figure it out," Natasha whispered. "It.... it feels dangerous. Like something happened there. When I was.... when I was in training maybe. Something bad and I had forgotten about it until we watched that movie."

"I see," Sam said in understanding. "You know, there are ways to make it less scary."

"How? No one can be with me in there all the time!" She sighed.

"No, but we can make it easier on your body," Sam said. "Do you trust me?"

Natasha sucked her thumb harder. But she still nodded. "I do."

"Good," Sam smiled. "Cuz I have a few tricks up my sleeve...."


6.
Tasha examined herself in the mirror. She and Sam had found special big-girl sized pull-ups. They had butterflies on the front, and her goal was to keep them there for the whole day. If she did, she got a sticker, and if she got ten she got a prize. Clint had a chart and special pull-ups too. Except his had race cars on them. They had to tell Bruce, Pepper or Sam when they had to go potty, and they would go with them. That way, if they got scared or needed help, someone was there to reassure them. Granted it was a bit juvenile, but then again most of their home life was. What was the big deal if they were being potty-trained? If it helped, it helped.

Tasha still had problems at night, but she figured maybe that was just a permanent problem from now on. She didn't like it, but no one seemed to care, as long as she wore her pull-ups to bed. Some nights the butterflies managed to stay on, but sometimes they didn't. Life slowly returned to normal. Until....

"Yello?" Steve said as he answered his cell phone. "Oh hey Maria. Yeahhh.... why? What? WHAT?!"

"What is it?" Sam asked from across the table.

"We'll be there as fast as we can!" Steve said, hanging up. Everyone looked to their fearless leader. "It's Bucky," He choked out. "He... He turned himself in to Hill."

Uncle Sam visits.

1.
Sam was planning to come to New York for a while. Still, being invited by Captain fucking America as his.... friend? Everyone had a crush on Captain America, so what if he did too? Everyone did. He totally wasn't gay. Nope.

Walking into Stark/Avengers tower was.... far from what he had expected. Pepper had TRIED to put the "kids" together, but Tony still had jelly stains down his shirt, Clint's shirt was all wrinkled, and he was chasing a carefree Tasha, who's skirt was fluttering maybe a tad too much, because her panties below her dress may have been visible. Sam chose that moment to clear his throat. All three sets of eyes landed on him and suddenly Tasha was flying at him, gripping him in a big, tight, hug.

"Sam! You came!" She squealed. "Daddy wasn't sure you would but I told him you promised and Mommy threatened to come get you herself if she had to."

Sam laughed at that. "Your daddy worries too much," He said. "Now, who are your friends?"

Natasha beamed and launched into introductions, patting Tony on the head when he hid behind her. "Don't be shy Bubby. Sammy's nice. He helped me and Daddy when we were in DC, when everything was so scary."

"Weawwy?" Tony asked around his thumb.

"Yep," Sam smiled, getting on eye level with him. "Nice to meet you Tony."

Tony shyly stuck his hand out, and that's when Pepper decided to return.

"What on EARTH happened in here?!" She gasped.

"Tasha was chasing me and took off her diapee!" Clint whined.

"Clint!" Tasha yelled.

"Natasha Romanov I told you to keep those on!" Pepper said firmly. "Do you know what happens to little girls who don't listen?"

"But Mommyyyyyyy!" Tasha whined, flopping down onto the ground with a huff. Her skirt flounced up enough to give Sam way more of a view of the little girl's striped panties than he really wanted to see.

"At least put some shorts on underneath Tasha," Sam said with a wink.

"SAM!" Steve called as he entered the room. Sam smirked and kept still.

"Gotta say it," He teased.

"Oh come on Sam, don't be like that," Steve whined.

"Nope! Come on Cap!"

"On your..." Steve tickled Sam's side, making him erupt into a girlish squeal. Tasha giggled. Daddy had been looking forward to this.

* * * *

"So the kids are adorable," Sam said with a smirk.

Steve blushed. "Yeah. Nat wouldn't shut up about you coming since you promised you would," He muttered shyly. "You made a good impression on her in DC."

Sam looked away shyly. "She just looked so terrified. How could I not try to help her forget some of that?" He said. "Anyways, this gala you invited me to."

"Pepper got you a suit, all you have to do is show up," Steve smiled. "It's gonna be fun. Everyone is going to be there and-"

"Ah! Another friend of our dear captain!" Thor boomed as he entered the kitchen, Loki on his hip. And blue. Sam gave Steve a look.

"Umm.... I can explain?" He tried.

"Isn't that the guy who you said tried to destroy humanity?" Sam said firmly.

"Ehm.... He was kind of just truamatized?" Steve tried. Sam rolled his eyes. "Come on, he's really sweet when you get to know him."

"Aye, he is the best of babes," Thor said, kissing the raven-haired boy.

Sam looked at Steve. "You trust him?"

Steve nodded frantically. "He just kinda got messed up a little," Steve said with a smile at Loki.

"Okay then," He shrugged.


2.
Sam hadn't been anywhere near a party this fancy since after he left Afghanistan. And still, he was here, with Steve Rogers no less.

Don't screw this up Wilson, He kept thinking to himself. Tony and Pepper were near the bar, And they waved the two of them over.

"See? I told you this would be fun," Pepper insisted, sipping a glass of champagne. "Come on Sam, I want a dance."

"Hey!" Tony pouted.

"Oh you'll get one later, I promise," She smirked, kissing Tony's cheek. That seemed to passify the inventor, and Sam found himself being dragged onto the dance floor. Pepper may or may not have been a little tipsy. He needed to make sure Tony (or Bruce, more likely) kept an eye on her. None the less though, she could dance. Sam was by no means an expert, but he could definitely lead. He spun her around the room, dancing happily, before Tony and Steve approached.

"May we cut in?" They asked. Sam nodded, happily passing Pepper off to Tony. He expected them to waltz off. What Sam wasn't expecting was Steve to take the lead, and start waltzing with him to the center of the floor. He spun the smaller man gracefully, dipping and swaying and blowing his freaking mind away. And then, as if this couldn't get any crazier, Steve dipped with Sam, and kissed him. It was quick, and chaste, but still on the lips. The electricity that ran through Sam's body was incredible. He blushed as the song ended.

"Thanks," He said softly. Steve smiled, and tipped his head up. He kissed him again. And again. And again...


3.
Dear God his lips are soft, Sam thought. He wasn't quite clear on when their playful banter and sneaky kisses had turned into hot and heavy making out. He should probably be shoving Steve away. This was probably illegal or against some sort of SHIELD protocol and- dear GOD Steve had sexy hips!

The next thing Sam knew he was falling onto a bed that was almost too soft but was somehow just perfect. Steve only broke their kiss long enough to rip his shirt undone and toss it somewhere into the abyss beyond their- THE bed. Sam couldn't help but run his hands over Steve's abs, and that seemed to be the right thing to do, as it both made him blush and sent his lips back onto Sam's. They got sloppier and slowly made their way down to his neck, nibbling every so often. Sam let out an embarrassingly loud moan and ohGodohGodohGodohGOOOOD....


4.
"Wow," Steve gasped. They laid in bed together the next morning. Sam wasn't quite sure what had happened. What caused him to lose control of himself? Of his feelings? He wasn't GAY. Steve was.... well he wasn't sure exactly WHAT Steve was but clearly, if his backside was anything to go by, Steve was not as innocent as the world would like to believe.

"Steve...." Sam started. He wasn't even sure where to start.

"Hey, I know that look. That's the 'Oh God what the fuck did I just do?' look," Steve said. "Don't even start Sam."

"But we... I... you..."

"Please tell me this is not the 'oh God I just banged Captain Fucking America' speech because I thought we were better than that," Steve pouted.

Sam took a deep breath. "You may be fine with you, but I'm still a piece of work Stevie," Sam sighed. "Up until now I was pretty sure I was.... not whatever the hell I did last night."

"You experimented Sam," Steve shrugged. "Tony and Pepper both insist it's normal. Well, Tony does. Pepper says wondering is fine, but experiments should have safety precautions. Which was why Tony bought me a bottle of lube and condoms."

Sam laughed. Okay, he was in over his head. Maybe that wasn't a bad thing though. There was still reality though....


5.
Sam didn't want to admit it, but he really didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay with the kids, and Steve and.... Explore whatever the hell he was feeling. But he had a job and bills to pay and... and right now being a hero and an uncle sounded like a lot more fun.

"You don't have to leave," Natasha said from the door, making Sam jump.

"Geez, Pepper wasn't kidding," He chuckled.

"Don't go," Natasha whispered. "You're gonna make Daddy so sad if you do."

Sam smiled, sitting on the bed. "Come here lady bug," He said, patting the spot next to him. Natasha crawled up on the bed, looking so eagerly at him. "You're super special, you know that?"

"WHY do you have to go?" She asked. "It's so fun here. We need you, Daddy needs you, and we have lots of fun and sleepovers and sometimes we make cookies and watch movies and Daddy gets so lonely and all he's talked about for the past three WEEKS is you."

"It's not that simple Nat," Steve said, brushing some hair from her face. "I've got stupid grown up responsibilities back in DC. People need me to help them."

"But we need you MORE," Natasha whined. "And Tony even has an extra floor for you and you can be a super hero with us. Please?"

"Yeah, please?" Tony begged. "I'll take care of everything."

"You guys really do want me, don't you?" Sam asked. It had been a long time since he was really wanted like this. Both littles nodded eagerly. "Well... If it's not too much trouble..."

"Yay!" The two screamed. Sam laughed. Yeah, maybe this was the right choice after all.


6.
Natasha decided they should inform everyone at dinner. It was fitting, because it was movie night, and Pepper had made sure that there was a nice meal waiting. It wasn't often they cooked on Movie nights, but when they did, it was extra special. Natasha smirked at Sam as Steve made a small toast.

"It's gonna suck when you leave dude," Steve sighed.

"Actually....." Sam started. Natasha and Pepper giggled, and Tony just smirked. "Seems your little ones have decided I'm an honorary Avenger."

"You..." Steve choked on his words, before grinning ear to ear.

"We settled it all today," Pepper said. "He's gonna be all moved in by next weekend."

Steve beamed before pulling Sam in for a kiss. Yeah, this was the right choice. Sam just knew it. 

The case of the terrible, horrible, no good very bad mission

I don't even know guys. I don't. .-. warnings for wetting, age play, diapers... you know the drill. Also there is some dub-con spanking. Like I imagined it's a rule between Thor and Loki that if Loki does something really mean or bad (IE, what he does here, and they also have a list they made), that he gets a spanking. So while Loki is not expecting it, it is completely within their rules, and he can safeword at any time. Now then, enough of my babbling. Enjoy! :D

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It had been a bad day from the start.Clint and Tony had snuck out of the nursery at five in the morning to go do "Science." It ended with a bang (Literally). Then when Tasha woke up she figured out she had wet the bed and refused to let anyone except Pepper touch her. Pepper was stuck in a board meeting, but thankfully Maria Hill was there with a mission and was able to get the little girl all cleaned up, and before long she was feeding her little brother oatmeal while Bruce fed Clint, fully intent on putting them down for a much need early morning nap.

"Long morning?" Maria giggled as she sat across from Steve.

"You have no idea," The man yawned. "What have you got for me?"

"Nothing I don't think you guys can't handle, but the sooner you get on it the better. Supposedly some street vermin are sporting some high-tech armor and started singing," Hill explained. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"That a certain God of mischief didn't get the message last time I slapped him around," Bruce growled, his eyes flashing green.

"Daddy you and Hulk need a nap," Clint said, before his hands flew over his mouth. He hadn't said the word out loud yet. Bruce smiled at him, but the little boy sprinted off, no doubt to go hide in the vents.

Steve sighed. "We really need to get them a nap, but after that we can ship out," He told the woman.

Maria nodded. "I'm assuming you're taking Tony's jet?"

"Probably."

"I expect a good report when you get back." And with that she left.

* * * *

"Clint?" Tasha called, crawling through the vents. The sniffling she heard was getting louder so she had to be getting close. she turned a corner and saw him sucking his special paci, the one Coulson always made sure he had.

"Go 'way," Clint tried to say, but it came out far more pitiful than he had intended.

"Hey, it's not a big deal," She said, laying next to him. "Bruce looked kinda happy."

"But... but he's not my Daddy. My daddy is...."

"Shhh. I think your Daddy would want you to be happy now," Tasha said gently. "Do you like when Bruce takes care of you?" Clint nodded against her. "And do you feel like Daddy is a good word for him?" Again, a little nod. "Then that's all there is to it. Phil will always be yours Clint. But now you have a new daddy who can take care of you."

* * * *

"Where's-"

"Tasha's in the vents taking care of it," Bruce said, humming as he packed the baby suit case for their mission. "Hope the poor thing is okay."

Steve shook his head with a smile, pulling Tony's blanket over his shoulder's as the baby napped in his crib. "I didn't expect him to move on from Phil so soon," He mumbled.

"Me niether," Bruce sighed, feeling almost euphoric. "I was expecting at least another six months. And Daddy! Steve.... I've not felt this wanted since I had Betty."

Steve smiled. Clearly whatever was going on between the two had more than just age-play to it. At least in Bruce's eyes.

* * * *

"No."

"Tony."

"Noooo."

"Tony-"

"No! No diaper under da suit!" He cried. Poor baby was still so tired.

"Bubby come on, Clint's wearing a pull-up," Tasha giggled.

"You not wearing nofin!" Tony pouted, sticking his thumb in his mouth.

"No, I'm bigger and I can go potty," Tasha said proudly.

"No you can'. You peed yourself dis morning!" Tony smarted back.

"HEY! That was an accident and the first one in a long time!" She snapped, blushing brightly.

"Tony, you're wearing a diaper and that's final," Steve said firmly.

"No no no no no no NO!" Tony said, full on tantruming. Clint whined and pulled a pillow over his head. Steve sighed.

"Make him shuddup!" Clint cried. "M'TRYING to sleep!"

"NO!" Tony yelled.

* * * *

Small villages were usually either the best or the worst to deal with, depending on the level of crisis. If the level was low, people just looked at them weird. Which was exactly what they were dealing with right now. Right until....

"Thor!" Steve called, seeing him falling out of the sky.

Shit, Tasha thought. On top of it all she kind of had to pee. She quickly pushed that thought aside when she looked into the woods ahead of her. What she saw made her blood run cold.

Loki wasn't even trying to hide, grinning maniacally as he charmed the small woodland creatures. what was once peaceful birdsong quickly became a massice and annoying mess of AC/DC, 80's hits, and.... nursery rhymes?

"LOKI!" Thor roared over a bird currently screaming "Shoot to Thrill."

"Oh, if it isn't my big brother here to punish me yet again," Loki spat.

"Look, I love AC/DC as much as the next guy, but not when I have Mary had a Little Lamb going in the background," Tony said.

Tasha hid herself behind Steve, feeling safer with the element of stealth on her side. Clint waved to her from his spot above Loki in the trees. Tasha giggled at this.

Loki glared at her. "And just what is so amusing you mewling quim?" Loki growled.

"Look, this isn't okay Loki," Steve said firmly.

"Do I look like I give a flying fuck about what's okay or not?!" Loki said, his voice slightly hysterical.

"LOKI!" Thor boomed. Now he'd done it. Loki whimpered and scurried backwards.

"Stop!" he said nervously. Was that a hint of... something in his voice? Clint took this moment to knock his arrow, aimed, and....

I missed? He thought. Unfortunately he had. Instead of pinning Loki's cape to the ground, he had pinned Thor's, causing the younger brother to glare at him through the trees.

"You... You IDIOTS!" He said. He cast a charm at Clint, the full intent of making him wet himself like he had seen him do several times over in his spying. But he had a pull-up on, and while the sudden wetting of it was unexpected, Clint simply stuck his tongue out.

"Do your homework asshole!" He smarted.

"CLINT!" Steve barked. "You know better than to use those words!"

Clint sighed. "Is now really the time?" He asked.

So I AM right, Loki thought. Then... He caught sight of Natasha. The little girl was shy, but her uniform left nothing to the imagination. If she were wearing a diaper, it would have been visible through her uniform. Which meant she would be the perfect victim. Loki lined up his aim, lunged at Tony, making Steve rush to him, and cast his charm at Natasha, who picked the wrong day to wear her lighter-black uniform. She was instantly made to empty her bladder, the urine gushing from her. She gasped, squirmed, tried everything in her power to stop the flow but it wouldn't slow. She glared at Loki as tears entered her eyes.

Said villian was currently rolling on the ground laughing, which made no sense to anyone. Anyone... except Thor. He picked his brother up by the collar, sat on a log, and threw the raven-haired man over his knee. They had an unspoken agreement (before Loki went off the deep end) that spanking was okay, but only if he had really truly earned it. And earned it he had.

Thor quickly yanked off his pants and boxers, giving his bum several hard smacks. What were once tears of laughter quickly became ones of pain. Before Long his bum was red, and that was when Thor felt his own lap grow warm. He stopped, gently rubbed Loki's bum, giving him gentle murmurs that no one could make out. Tasha was in tears, Clint very obviously needed a change by the waddle he was using to walk, and Steve had a feeling they were about to need a new crib in the nursery, which thus meant they needed a bigger nursery.

"Everyone, back to the plane. Thor, meet us there when you're ready, okay?" Steve ordered. The blond God nodded, hugging his brother close. Tasha raised her arms to Steve, who quickly picked her up. She cried softly into his shoulder.


* * * *

"Why- did you- leave me?!" Loki sobbed.

"I never left you brother," Thor said gently. "You are the one who pushed me away."

"You- left me- all alone!" Loki cried. "They took me- home and- and- they were horrible and-"

"Shh, brother shush," Thor said gently. "You are here with me now. You're not going anywhere and neither am I. We are going to go home with the others. We shall return to how things were before I was banished. You are my precious little one. I love you, and I only want what is best for you. Do you understand?"

Loki sniffled and nodded. "I'm- Sorry, D-D-D-Daddy," He whimpered. "D-d-didn' mean to-"

"Shh, We shall clean you up when we get home," Thor said gently. "Can you do me a favor?" Loki nodded. "Fix the little birdies." Loki nodded, clapping his hands. At once the forest was quiet again, and all that could be heard were bird songs and nature sounds. Thor picked his brother up gently, and carried him back to the plane."

* * * *

"Shh, it's alright Tasha," Steve cooed, holding the little girl close. She sniffled miserably and hid her face in Steve's chest. She felt wet and gross and just wanted today to be over. Loki didn't look like he was faring much better after his spanking and accident either. He was curled up in a ball on Thor's lap, his thumb securely in his mouth while his breaths hitched and the tears on his cheeks dried.

"Daddy?" Tasha finally whispered.

"Yes princess?" He cooed.

"....Is Loki gonna stay with us now too?" She asked.

Steve gave her a strained smile. "I really don't know princess," He cooed.

"I hope so," Clint piped up from next to Bruce. "He's gonna be fun to play cars with!"

"And I bet he knows really good stories too," Tony added softly.

Thor chuckled, hearing his teammates. "Seems you are forgiven child," He purred softly to Loki.

"I-I am Dada?" He asked.

Thor smiled and kissed his brother softly. "Sleep little one. You have had a long day."

Loki nodded and nuzzled into Thor's shoulder. Today sucked royally. But is any day really that bad when you make a new friend? Tony didn't think so. And neither did Loki.

Tasha wets Sam's bed

This would fit in between parts 3 and four in "Tasha in DC." Warnings for bedwetting. Enjoy?

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3.5

The differences between Big Natasha and Little Natasha were sometimes like night and day. Big Natasha could kill you in thirteen different ways and not bat an eye. Little Natasha got upset if she so much as bumped into a table. Big Natasha could fight sleep for a little more than three days. Little Natasha was currently so tired she was getting syrup all over her face. Sam had made them waffles and Steve had barely moved Natasha's plate out of the way before she fell face first against the table. Steve was worried she was going to be too hungry, but Sam said not to worry so much, and to just wipe her cheeks and put her in his bed.

After the blonde gently tucked her in, making sure she had her bear, and kissing her forehead gently, he went to the kitchen to help Sam clean up. However he was quickly chased out of the kitchen and told to pick a movie from the bottom of the bookshelf. Steve sighed and did what he was told. He picked the most colorful one, which happened to be a movie called, "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."

As Sam sat next to Steve, and took a deep breath. "Am I allowed to ask questions?" He asked.

"As long as they're not stupid ones," Steve said, tugging a pillow to his lap.

"How old is she?" Sam started with.

"....Five-ish," Steve said. "I've never gotten a number out of her."

"So what all does she like?"

"....Coloring. Cars. Legos. Pepper tried to get her to play dolls once and she tore the head off the poor thing," Steve chuckled, getting a laugh out of Sam too.

"It's all fine with me," He said. "Does it help you two though?"

Steve thought for a moment. "I think it does," He said honestly. "We have good days and bad days, but-" They were cut off by a scream from the bedroom. Both men went sprinting, grateful to see it was only a nightmare that had the poor girl crying out. Though... the bed could have been in better shape.

"I'm guessing this happens a lot?" Sam asked quietly. Steve shook his head, earning him a surprised look from Sam. They both had a moment of telepathic communication it seemed, because one went to procure clothes for the girl and the other went to wake her.

"Nat, honey can you wake up for Daddy?" Steve said gently, kneeling by the bed and stroking her hair gently. Natasha awoke with a gasp, tears in her eyes. "Shh, I'm right here angel."

"Daddy!" Natasha cried. Steve had her in his arms in an instant. crushing her to his chest as he paced the room, humming softly to her until she settled down a little.

"I dreamed that Mommy and Bubby were in the bunker," She whispered. "And that they got buried."

Steve kissed her hair gently. "We won't let that happen, okay? You me and Sam, we're gonna stop the bad guys, okay?"

Natasha nodded against his chest, wriggling in her uncomfortably wet clothes. "Is Sam gonna be mad about the bed?"

"Nah," Sam said. "Happens to the best of us. Just clean up and then I can show you my colored pencil collection, hmm?" Natasha nodded. That sounded like a lot of fun.

Tasha in DC

Because let's be real here, I've been DYING to do this. XD Enjoy.

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1.
She nervously placed things in her suitcase. Today was her last day in New York. Tomorrow she would be flying to with Steve- with /Daddy/- to help him settle in with normal life in DC. She was.... nervous. She wouldn't have Mommy or bubby or even Clint. It helped a little to know that Ste- /Daddy/ would be there, but still....

She glanced nervously at the bear sitting by her pillow. She really didn't want to pack him away, but she also didn't want to walk through the airport with him. She picked him up, and stared at him nervously, giving him a hug.

"Tash?" Steve said softly from the doorway. She jumped, placing the bear behind her back. "Easy squirt. Mommy wanted me to tell you dinner was ready."

Tasha nodded, tugging on a stray lock of hair. "I'm coming," She whispered.

Steve smiled. "And is your friend coming with us? I think he'd like to see some of the world with you." That made her smile. Little did she know the horrors that bear would see in just a few short weeks.


2.
DC was..... calm. Quiet. She needed that so badly after New York. She was rarely at her apartment because Steve was the closest thing she had to her family in New York. She missed Mommy really bad, but Uncle Steve was a close second.

That all changed when Director Fury got shot though. In that moment, the world fell apart. She was glad Clint was on leave until his head got screwed on right. She knew he would be safe. Because there was a rat. And she knew her world was about to turn upside down.

* * * *

Daddy was dumb. She saw the flashdrive and took it, along with a pack of gum. She went back to her apartment near base. She emptied everything she would need into a backpack. Clothes, money, energy bars.... she glanced at the bear. She would die if she lost him. But it was kind of dumb to bring with, especially in this situation.

The bear made it in the bag. She took one last sweep of the house, shoved a few extra rounds in her bag, stuck her knife in her boot, and locked the door behind her. She knew Daddy would be going back for the flashdrive. All she had to do was wait for him.


3.
The computer knew her name. The computer knew her REAL name. And then the building blew up. Like BLEW UP Blew up. Why did everything have to be so scary?! She had blacked out somewhere in the middle of the building blowing up and the next time she woke up she was in the truck with Daddy. She didn't even question it at this point, but she knew if she ever wanted to see Mommy again, she had to be brave.  Her bear was in her arms, which helped a little. Steve looked so tired and even a little scared. Did he even get scared? Well, this was proof.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

Daddy looked down at her with a weak smile. "To see a friend of mine," He said gently. "Go back to sleep."

Tasha shook her head. "Too scary," She whispered, holding her bear closer. Steve nodded, turning on the radio. It was an oldies station. Tasha never thought she would be so happy to hear something mellow from the fifties. Listening to Daddy sing was even better. She was in that weird place in her mind where she wasn't quite big but she wasn't completely little either. She hated that feeling now more than ever.

* * * *

When they reached Daddy's friend's apartment, she threw her bear in the backpack. She was kind of afraid to let him see the bear, but Daddy had promised her that he wouldn't judge them. She still didn't want to take the chance.

He really was nice though. He let them in and promised to help them too. Tasha was shaking so bad Daddy had to help her get clean. Actually she just ended up in the shower with him. Wouldn't be the first or the last time there was some awkward nudity in her life. Still, Daddy was really nice about it, and even washed her hair for her.

They had a talk on the bed and she grabbed the backpack, hugging it close. Daddy gently unzipped it and took her bear out. "You need him as much as I need you," He said gently, patting her head. "Sam works with a lot of people who saw a lot of scary things Tasha. A bear isn't the worst coping mechanism he's seen, not by far."

"But... But what about... about everything else?" She asked softly. "I-I don' think I can be very big right now."

Daddy kissed her hair. "Then don't. I'll need big Tasha later, but right now, you need to unwind, okay?" She nodded slowly, taking Daddy's hand as they walked to the kitchenette.


4.
This was by far the shittiest time she got shot. Like ever. Bucky, or as she knew him, Zimniy soldat (The Winter Soldier), was going to plague her nightmares for weeks. As if everything else wasn't bad enough. She had to get stuck with needles and get blood put in her and it was all so much. She wouldn't let Daddy out of her sight and the bear never left her arms. It was not fun listening to Daddy try to explain that to the agents helping her, but Hill smoothed it over. She was grateful that the woman had always been in on it, from the beginning with Clint.

"Hey Tasha," Sam said with a smile. "Look what I found!" He held out a coloring book and some crayons. Where they came from she wasn't sure. Nor did she care at this point. It was a distraction, and she was grateful for it.

"Sam, are we gonna have to go kill people?" She asked.

Sam gave her a watery smile, like Daddy had in the truck. "I dunno Tasha. Stevie and Director Fury are talking about it now," He said gently.

"I want Mommy," She whispered.

"I know Tasha," He said, patting her head. She sniffled, and her eyes grew watery, and suddenly Sam was hugging her and it was all really hard. "Let it out sweet girl. It's okay."

She cried. Hard. She cried herself to sleep, and the next time she woke up, Daddy was there. She knew what he was gonna say before the words even left his mouth. It was time to hero up and save the day.


5.
Daddy was hurt. Really hurt. Hill was waiting for her when the mission was successful. She had her bag, and she told her everything. She cried a lot, but then they found him. He was hurt real bad and then she had to be big and go to the stupid hearing in front of stupid people and be told a bunch of stupid shit. But she got to call Mommy. And maybe it was just a call, but she knew that Mommy and Bubby and Clint and Uncle Bruce were all safe and at home and they were waiting for her. That was the only thing she cared about. Getting through the hearing so she could see Mommy again. She stopped by the hospital to see Daddy and Sam though, before she left. Sam was there. And Daddy was awake this time.

"There's my sweet girl," He smiled. She hugged him gently. He looked pretty banged up. "How are you?"

She squirmed. "Mommy called," She said softly.

He tried to sit up. "She did?"

"Uh huh. Everyone is waiting for us to come home," She said. "I really want to see her."

Steve smiled gently. "Me too."

"....But I don' wanna go alone."

"You know, I have a friend up on the GI floor who might be able to get him outta here faster," Sam said with a smirk.

Tasha hugged him tightly. "Oh thank you Uncle Sammy thank you thank you thank you!" She squealed. His laughter told her all she needed to know. She had a friend in Sam Wilson. And for that she was really grateful.

Unca Tor! :D

Because I am a weird person and honestly, I feel like if we do this, Thor needs to occasionally be a part of it. Obviously Thor is kinda oblivious, but loves his little niece and nephews. X3 enjoy!

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1.
Thor had taken off to SHIELD with Loki after New York, and thus wasn't present for Tasha's little oopsie, or really anything. After he finished with Jane in London though, he felt lost. His brother was gone, and he had died valiantly, defending him and the woman he loved. All those days together, the nights they cuddled, the intimacy, the caring... gone. He felt hopeless and depressed, in a way Jane would never understand. He needed... He needed his Midgardian friends. They understood each other in a way that his Asgardian friends would never even come close to.

Thor got to New York as fast as he could. He knew at least Tony would be there. He smiled when he saw Captain Rogers entering the building.

"Thor!" He said, dropping the bags in his hands. Thor smiled.

"Aye," He said, stooping to help him pick up what had been dropped. But.... "Has someone taken in a child?"

"Uh...." Steve blushed. "I-it's kind of hard to explain."

"Mayhaps this is not the place then," Thor said, scooping the formula and rash cream into his hands. Steve nodded and led Thor inside. Shit.

* * * *

"Thor!" Bruce smiled, rising from the couch. He quickly enveloped the taller man into a hug. "How's Asgard?"

Thor shrugged. "Tis fine I suppose," He said softly. "I understand one of you has taken on a child?"

"Um... it's a bit.... more complex than that," Bruce said. Before he could answer though, there was a small sniffle behind him.

"Unca Bruce?" Clint whimpered. Thor raised an eyebrow.

"Oh sweetie," Bruce cooed, hugging his little boy close. "Bad dream?"

Clint nodded, tears running down his cheeks. "Dada was... was...." He began to full on sob.

"Shh, come on sweetie, it's okay," Bruce said gently. Steve gingerly picked Clint up and set him on the couch, so as to let Bruce better cuddle the little one.

"Let us give them some privacy," Thor suggested. Steve nodded and led him to the elevator.


2.
"So this.... age play thing...." Thor started.

"Yeah. Um, apparently Tony and Clint and Natasha kind of need some extra looking after," Steve blushed. "It helps them deal with stress and to be honest? It kind of helps Bruce and I too, to look after them."

"I see," Thor said. So he and Loki were not crazy. They weren't the only ones who benefited from their strange relationship. "How old are they?"

"U-um, well they've never really said a number," Steve stammered. "If I had to guess, Tony fits into the infant range, somewhere a little past one. Clint is only a little bit older, more of the two or three-year-old range. Tasha... she's the oldest, somewhere around four or five."

"And Stark and Clint.... Do they require....?" Thor blushed slightly, not quite sure if he wanted to say the word or not.

"Yeah, though Clint HATES to admit it," Steve chuckled. "He gives Bruce hell every time he needs a change."

Thor laughed. "He seems the type."

"This is... okay with you?" Steve asked. "You're not like... freaked out or anything?"

"I was once engaged with someone in a similar fashion," Thor said. "He was.... a perfect babe. And then he went and betrayed me. And now he is.... dead." Thor choked up on the last part. "I wish to belong with the children, if they will have me."

"I'm sure they'll love you Thor," Steve said with a kind smile.

I can only hope, Thor thought.


3.
It was movie night, conveniently enough. The kids had been put down for a later nap because of it, and were currently in the bath. Well, two seperate baths for obvious reasons.

"Someone new will be there tonight," Pepper said gently, holding Natasha as they at in the tub in Pepper's personal bathroom.

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"It's a surprise," Pepper said with a smile.

"It's Thor, isn't it?" Natasha said. She wasn't dumb.

"Yes, but he promised to be good. He really wants to be a part of this from what Steve said," Pepper quickly explained.

"Do you trust him?" Natasha asked. Pepper nodded. That was all the confirmation that the red head needed.

"Okay Mama," She said. This is why she loved Pepper. The woman just had a way of relaxing her.

* * * *

"Someone new?" Tony asked nervously.

"You know him," Bruce quickly corrected.

"Do I know him?" Clint added, looking up from his drawing on the wall of the bathtub. Bruce thanked the heavens for the invention of bath crayons.

"Yes," Bruce smiled. Clint beamed.

"Let's hurry up and finish then!" He said, eagerly trying to grab the bottle of body soap. Bruce was faster though.

"Slow down," He laughed. "You both will get to meet him when we have dinner and watch movies tonight, okay?" Clint nodded eagerly. He couldn't wait!


4.
Thor sat on the couch, in a borrowed pair of Steve's pajamas as he waited for the children to appear. "Are you certain they will like me?" He asked. Suddenly he was nervous. He hadn't been in a big/little relationship since... well since before he was banished. That was the last time he and Loki had played. And it never went back to that afterwards.

"They're going to love you. They might be a bit shy at first, but trust me. If you can lift them, they'll love you to death," Steve chuckled.

'Pardon me Captain Rogers, but dinner has arrived,' JARVIS informed him.

"Thank you JARVIS. I'll be back," Steve smiled, leaving Thor alone.

Natasha was the first one to arrive in the living room. She was holding on to Pepper's hand, a little bear made up of quilt squares in her hands. She eyed Thor skeptically.

"Hello little one," He said gently.

"Hi," Natasha whispered.

"Are you a bit shy?" Thor asked knowingly. Natasha hid behind Pepper. "It's alright, I know how scary it can be to meet new people. Mayhaps a story would help?"

"....Story?" Natasha asked, her thumb going to her mouth.

"Yes. I know several," Thor smiled. Natasha nodded, grabbing a book from the shelf and handing it to Thor to read. By the time the boys arrived, They were finished. Tony hid shyly behind Bruce. Clint, however, was not expecting Thor. He was expecting his Daddy. However irrational as that may have been, he was still expecting him. Thor was not Daddy, and therefore was not right.

"No," Clint said firmly, sitting on the ground. Steve stepped out of the elevator, depositing the pizza on the table.

"Clint, don't be rude," Bruce said gently but firmly. "Go say hello."

"No!" Clint repeated, angrier than before.

"Clint-"

"No no no no no NO!" The archer screamed, throwing himself onto the floor. Steve sighed, picking the tantruming little up and throwing him over his shoulder. The look on Thor's face made Clint wince, but not enough to stop him from screaming and punching Steve's shoulder as they entered the elevator.


5.
Bruce and Tony had been quick to design a safe place for the Hulk, should it ever be neccessary. However, when the green giant wasn't around, the room doubled up as a tantrum and time out zone. Pillows littered the floor, because apparently both Hulk and Bruce loved soft things,and Clint started kicking them as soon as he was on the ground. He screamed, threw them all over, just getting it out of his system. Steve sat close by, a cup of water waiting. He knew Clint was dealing with a lot but that didn't give him the right to take it out on Thor.

It took fifteen minutes before Clint finally just melted into a shaking, whimpering mess on the floor. Steve grabbed the sippy, and entered slowly, pulling Clint into his lap and giving him the cup. "Are you ready to use your words?" Steve asked.

Clint nodded slowly. "W's s'pos'd ta be Dada," He croaked out. "Bruce said we knew who was coming. Know it was a stupid thing to wish for, but if Thor exists, I thought maybe even dead people could become not dead."

Steve's heart ached. "Clint, I know it's hard with... Phil gone," he said gently. "But just because Thor exists doesn't mean he can make people undead. Thor's pretty special, but he's not Jesus."

"Jesus is dumb," Clint said. "Dad was a drunk and Momma thought she could save him with Jesus."

Steve held Clint close, cuddling him tightly. "I'm sorry buddy," He whispered.

Clint hiccuped a while longer, before Thor and Nat came down to the safe-room. Then he was surrounded by all three of them.

"May I have a moment alone with our little archer?" Thor asked.

"Clint?" Steve asked. He got a nod for his troubles, crawling into Thor's lap.

Thor rocked the archer gently. "Lady Natasha explained to me what happened to your Daddy," he murmured gently. "I too, have felt loss. That's why I am here."

"What d'ya mean?"Clint sniffled.

 "My little one.... He was smart, and brave, just like you," Thor said with a bittersweet smile. "Then... he became deceived and we grew apart. It wasn't until he lost everything I truly realized what he needed. And then... Then he died."

Clint hugged Thor as tight as he could. "I sowwy I was mean," He said sadly. "You lost your baby and I lost my Daddy. That makes us even. I jus' thought when Bruce said someone was coming you would be Daddy. But it's okay. You wanna come eat pizza and watch movies with us?"

"I would love to, Little Warrior," Thor cooed. And little did Clint know, that was Thor's baby's special pet name. And little did everyone know that Thor's baby, was Loki. And Loki was watching, very closely....

Tony has issues... Anxiety issues

TRIGGER WARNINGS: This fic is heavily centered around anxiety and post-traumatic-stress-disorder, or PTSD. Also there is ageplay in here along with very VERY brief mentions of wetting. If you are at all not okay with this, I would advise you read something else. I will explain life and everything else tomorrow but for now, enjoy! :)

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The first time he literally thought the arc reactor had stopped working. It wasn't anything big that set him off either. He was just coloring with Sissy, and she was drawing a monster. Which got him thinking about what had happened when they fought aliens, and the next thing he knew he was on the floor in a ball. He couldn't breathe and his chest was tight and sissy was yelling at JARVIS but he couldn't THINK. It was terrifying and the next thing he knew Bruce and Mommy were there and that's about when he blacked out.

* * * *

He woke up in the lab. Bruce's lab to be exact. He was... in a bed?

"Hey little guy," Bruce said gently. "How do you feel?" Words were hard. Really hard. "Can you talk?" Tony shook his head. "That's okay," Bruce said gently. "I need to check your vitals though. Can I do that?"

Tony nodded. Bruce slid a blood-pressure cuff over his arm and stuck a thermometer in his ear. In reality JARVIS could probably tell Bruce all these things. He constantly kept track of that for everyone. But maybe it was to help Tony. Or let Bruce feel better knowing he'd done it.

"Well, I think all this is, is a panic attack," Bruce said calmly. "Is this the first one?" Tony nodded. "We'll keep an eye on it, okay? If you start to feel this way again, I want you to come find me or Mommy or sissy, okay?" Tony nodded.


2.
The next time was in the middle of a SHIELD meeting. He still had to pretend to be a grown-up sometimes, and it sucked. They were going over what had happened in the field and what they needed to work on and a bunch of other boring things, but he had let his mind wander. Thank God Bruce and Nat had had the mind to call a time-out, and they both got him out of there before it got to an embarrassing level again. He was scared. No, TERRIFIED. What if it happened again?! How would he protect everyone? Let alone his team, what about Mommy? She had no special armor, or training, or anything and she would die and then he would lose the best damn thing to ever happen to him and he was shaking and in tears and it was all too much and the next time he was aware of anything he realized he was in medical.

"You're okay," Natasha whispered. "You just had a panic attack again." There was those words again. Panic attack. He wasn't supposed to have those. He was supposed to be invincible. What was worse was he was too scared to talk and what if things went wrong and no no no no no his chest was tight and he really couldn't deal with round two and that's when he blacked out.

* * * *

"No director, I really don't give a rat's ass what you say, he's dealing with a lot." That was... sissy? "He's not got training like we do, and he went through enough shit in Afghanistan. A person can only handle so much truama before it begins to take over. Let's not forget Clint here."

"Is. He. Capable?" Fury said, his voice dripping with rage. Great, he was about to lose the best thing he ever had.

"Absolutely," Pepper said. "We've been through this sort of thing once, we can do it again." Mommy. Mommy Mommy Mommy! All he wanted was Mommy and she was so far and words were so hard and he couldn't. Not here not now not-

"Mommy!" Tony cried. All the heads in the room shot up to him and great, Fury was giving him the "WTF" look and now he was gonna be kicked off the team and-

"Shh, I'm right here," She cooed. She held him to her chest and Natasha pretty much shoved the director out of the room and now he was crying and it was all just too much. "Shh, I know baby. Life's been kind of hard, hmm?"

He nodded miserably against her chest. "T-t-t-t-too m-m-m-m-much," He stuttered, gasping for air. Mommy held him, letting him cry. If there was a God, he was grateful for the existence of this woman.


3.
Mommy and Bruce had made him go see someone. They said he was dealing with a lot and it would help him cope. Natasha had picked her out, said that this was the person she saw when she first came to SHIELD.

Tony didn't like her. Not one bit. She wasn't Mommy and he wasn't broken. He spent most of their time together glaring at each other. Well, Tony would glare at her. She would just smile patiently, and one time she even offered him a piece of candy.

Then one day he came in willingly. He couldn't breathe and he was between headspaces and Mommy was out of town on business and Bruce was taking Clint to the zoo. Natasha had driven him in and the woman was nice. She gave him a pill and had him try to focus on her, and his breathing. Didn't she get it?! He COULDN'T breathe! That's why he was here! But she made him focus on her, not on his feelings, and slowly.... it worked.

"Do you feel up to talking?" He shook his head. Words were always hard after. "That's okay. Can I still ask you some questions?" He nodded. "Okay."

* * * *

"He WHAT?!" Pepper gasped.

"It's all fine," Natasha said. "She gave him some medicine to take when he has really bad panic attacks. I took care of things, just like you said." Pepper held them both really close that night. How could she have not been there for them?


4.
It was by far the worst one yet. They were in the middle of a battle too, and Tony had been in that irritating, in-between space in his head all day. And then they went up a giant mutated monster, and he snapped. He started hyperventilating. Thank God he had programmed JARVIS for just this kind of situation. He informed the others and took Tony to safety, in an alleyway, behind a building. It was there that the villian, some scrawny, geeky, mad-scientist, was controlling his creation. He looked at Iron Man, then at his controller, then back at Iron Man. And then he started beating the shit out of him. Tony was too far into his mind and his dad was screaming at him and flashback flashback flashback and no! The next thing he was aware of, was the sound of a really nice vibranium shield knocking his attacker off of him and then a super heavy hammer being laid on a chest. And then he was being taken out of the suit via the emergency release button by his sister and Hulk was picking him up like the baby he felt like. That was when he lost it and started sobbing. He wet himself and it was all just too much, and Hulk was surprisingly maternal. Maybe it was Bruce's gentle guidance in the back of his head but Tony couldn't care less. He wanted it all to just stop.

* * * *

He was shaking as he sat in med-bay. He wanted Bruce, but he was currently trying to deal with the aftermath of Hulking out, which meant sleepily devouring everything in the fridge before passing the fuck out. Thor was a nice second though. He smelled like rain and he was really warm and had the nicest lullaby voice. Pepper and Natasha were in the room fast enough, along with his therapist, and someone new. Tony buried his face in Thor's shoulder.

"Tony, I understand you had another panic attack," His therapist said. Tony nodded. "This has been happening a lot lately I understand." It was true. Most nights he really couldn't sleep, and he hadn't been able to stay in the nursery unless Mommy was there. He barely let her or Bruce out of his sight, and everything was just really, really hard. "I think I know what's going on. You're experiencing Post-truamatic stress disorder."

"How come this is just manifesting now?" Pepper asked, sitting on the bed with her little boy.

"It can sometimes take months and years before symptoms become present and often by that point, they're very hard to control," The doctor explained. "It seems New York just..."

"NO!" Tony said, making everyone look at him. "Don't... Don't say that. It.... it makes everything scary."

His therapist made a note on her clipboard before turning to Tony. "I think it would be beneficial to put you on some long-term medication, to help manage your anxiety better."

"No," Tony said. "Don't need it."

"Yes, you do," Pepper said. "JARVIS called me and said you lost it in the middle of a battle."

"It's either this or we have to take you off active duty," The doctor said. Tony teared up. This wasn't fair! He wasn't supposed to need this! He was a Stark damnit and Starks were made of iron.

"It's okay to feel embarrassed, scared, or anything else you're feeling right now," His therapist said gently. "But this isn't to punish you. It's to help you get back to... normal. To help you feel more in control of your life. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"It won't be normal," Tony said. "Nothing will be normal and it will never be the same again."

"But would you rather it just be us again? All alone?" Pepper said. "I like how things are, but I want you to be happy too, Tony."

He sniffled and nodded. He let them do what they had to. He wanted to fight with his friends. He HAD to.


5.
It took them about three months to finally balance his medication and for things to go back to semi-normal. He was finally able to sleep again, and in the nursery too. He still had panic attacks sometimes, but they were getting farther and farther apart, and nowhere near as intense as they had been before.

Finally, Bruce put a little present in front of him one day, while they were working in the lab. "What's this for?" He asked.

"It's been almost six weeks since your last panic attack," He shrugged. "And you've been consistent with treatment. You deserved a reward."

Tony looked at the box, then at Bruce, then back at the box. Curiousity finally got the better of him, and he slowly ripped off the paper and opened it. Inside was a pacifier with the Avenger's signature "A" on it. Tony teared up. "Bruce?" He whimpered.

The Biologist took one look at his friend and was by his side in an instant, hugging him. "Yes sweet boy?"

"Am I ever gonna be okay?" He sniffled.

"....In time, I think you might be," Bruce said honestly. "But even if you aren't, that's okay. Me and Pepper, we have your back no matter what. Even if you fall apart, we'll pick you up and put you back together."

Tony nodded, hiding his face in Bruce's chest. "Bwu?" He mumbled into his shirt?"

"Yes?" The older man chuckled.

"Can I caww you Dada?" Tony said, trying the word out.

Bruce looked down in shock. "Of course. You don't have to ask me that," He said with a sincere smile.

"Dad said-"

"Shh. Your dad isn't here. And remember what I told you about his rules?"

"Dey bad."

"That's right. And what do we say about bad rules?"

"Dey bad and I's good so we fowwow da good rules!" Tony sobbed. He didn't understand why he was suddenly so emotional. But he knew it was okay. Bruce would take care of him. He promised. And Tony knew Bruce would never break his promises. Never.

How Tony got his Family 3

And here marks the complete story! :D So I wanted to do Clint last, simply because it just felt right, and also I find Clint a bit tougher to right. Hope I did okay and MAJOR THANKS to the prompter for the mega-awesome trade inspiration! :)

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1.
"Hey kid," The agent says. Clint's trying so hard to get away, knows that any lapse in time and they'll find him, and probably kill him. Though this guy doesn't look much better than the circus freaks after him.

"Listen Mister, I think you got the wrong fella," He says, a clearly country twang mixing with the words.

"Nope, You're the man," He says gently. "You willing to talk?"

Clint shifts nervously. He doesn't want to die, doesn't want to lose ground, but something about this guy seems to emit safety, and shelter. Something he hasn't felt in a long time. "Yeah, okay," He relents, though the nervous dancing from foot to foot doesn't stop.

"You were quite a big help with that sting back there," The guy says. "Wouldn't have been able to stop those guys without your aim."

"Yeah, I guess," Clint mumbles. It's then that Phil realizes the dance for what it is.

"Listen, I've got a deal for you kid," He says. "You give up this hit and run business, and use that bow for something good. We can use a guy like you."

"Yeah yeah, that's what they all say," Clint hisses. "Then it's either beat the kid or turn him loose to fend for himself again. Ya know, you stupid people really oughta-" Clint stops, and suddenly there's a slow patter and a shining below the kids feet. Even in the dark, Phil sees the blush on his cheeks. He knows what's happened, and he genuinely feels bad for him.

He waits for Clint to finish, before he finally explains fully. "I'm with the government. We call ourselves SHIELD. We need a good marksman like you, and from the looks of things right now, we can offer you a safe cover, and protect you. You'd get a salary, three square meals a day, and your own living quarters. Access to a practice range, and more updated weapons too."

"The bow stays," Clint mumbles, his thumb hesitating by his mouth. "And you really want some stupid baby who just pissed themselves?"

"Yes, because said baby brought down an entire mafia, and the ones who are threatening you aren't going to be able to do so for much longer." Clint hesitates, before nodding. He figures it's what Barney would want him to do.

* * * *

SHIELD is surprisingly nice. Like seriously, top five places he's ever been. Maybe even top three. Except for that one night he spent in the police station after his parents died. Barney was there and he wasn't scared. God he misses his brother.

/Focus Clint!/ He snapped at himself. /Don't fuck this up. They CAN'T know./


2.
Coulson found out first. Not a big shock when he thought back on it really.

"Clint, you do know you can ask for help, right?" Phil had said, standing outside his door. Clint jumped and everything landed on the floor. He whimpered, and tried really hard to appear big. But Agent Coulson was Agent Coulson for a reason.

"I-I'm sorry," He sniffled. "Jus' a dumb baby."

"No," Phil said gently, tipping the younger male's head up to look at him. He gently wiped the tears from his eyes. "You're not a dumb baby. You just had a small accident. Not the end of the world."

"But... But I'm a spy now," Clint sniffled miserably.

"Why do you think we all wear black?" Phil chuckled. And, damn it, Clint couldn't help but giggle too. Maybe he would be okay after all.


3.
While Agent Coulson was patient, he didn't see the point in ignoring the problem. Which meant having an arguement with a very stubborn agent. Still, he had been hand-picked to deal with Clint. He was sure he could figure /something/ out. And figure it out he did.

"Clint, this is very simple," Coulson said firmly. "Either you wear them, or I have to make a report to medical. And they are no where /near/ as patient as I am."

Clint growled but took the package of pull-ups. He shoved them under his bed, but was secretly overjoyed. He had diapers! Finally, /finally/ he could properly play. Now all he needed were some toys...


4.
SHIELD general stores had a lot of things. Condoms, pregnancy tests, handcuffs.... legos. Coloring books. Crayons. Even stuffed animals. Though admittedly he was in the "kink" section. Why there was one, he wasn't sure. But right now all he could think about was whether he wanted a rainbow pacifier or a pirate pacifier.

* * * *

In the end, he got both, simply because the government paid for everything here. He smiled as he hauled his stash back to his little apartment. He couldn't have been happier. But a certain unflappable agent was waiting for him on his bed when he walked in.

"Your first mission," He said, holding out a file to the man. Clint dropped everything, and suddenly he whimpered. "We have to leave in an hour Clint. I would suggest you shove this all under your bed and we can discuss it afterwards." Oh boy. He was gonna lose his job for sure now.


5.
That mission was child's play. Seriously, this was the worst they could come up with?

"How did...?" Phil asked. "He ALWAYS see's his assassins coming..."

Clint beamed. "Just that good. The benefit of archery, is no one ever sees it coming," He smirked. "Especially in this day and age."

"Don't get cocky, rookie," A woman- she looked important- said. "Beginners luck."

"The kid's excited Hill, cut him some slack," Phil smiled. "Clint, this is assistant director Hill."

"Nice to meet you," He smiled, reaching his hand out. Hill raised an eyebrow. His thumb was... wet? It looked like... ohhhh./ She took his hand firmly, gave it one shake, and let it go.

"You're to debrief with me when we get back," She said firmly, before stalking off. "COULSON!"

"Sit, I'll be right back," He told Clint. The agent gave a lazy salute before flopping down on a seat, pretending to be obedient. As soon as his handler was out of sight though, he stuck his thumb in his mouth. He still wasn't overly fond of killing people.

* * * *

"He's a little," Hill said, passing Coulson a cup of coffee.

"...How do you know?" He asked, staring into the mug.

"Well for one he sucks his thumb," She said. "Figured that out in ten seconds. Also he was at the store yesterday and spent far too much time gathering up some things geared towards.... smaller people."

"You're spying on him now?" Phil chuckled. "I could report you for abuse of power."

"Fuck off Phil, you know I'm right," She said. "Question is, what are you gonna do about it? Since your last one decided to go rogue?"

That was a good question indeed....


6.
"But Daddyyyy!" Clint whined.

"No Clint, you have to take a bath," Coulson said firmly. The younger male pouted. He HATED baths! They were icky and wet, two things he hated being.

"I'll let you play with our bath crayons...." Phil tried. Clint gasped loudly and quickly ran to the tub. Phil smiled. How he had gotten so Lucky, he didn't know. Nor did he care. All he cared about was that Clint was happy. And that, the little boy certainly was.


7.
Loki came through a portal in the ground. It didn't make sense. None of it made sense. And then it all did.... He was flying.

* * * *

Loki was a little. He knew just from a few minutes with him. Or at least he was. He was trying to deny it right now, but Clint could see how shitty of a job he was doing. He let Clint wear pull-ups at least, and keep the paci in his pocket. Then they went to the heli-carrier.... Then the world went muddy and then black.


8.
Daddy was..... gone. He was really truly gone and... and that hurt more than anything else ever could. And it was all his... his....

Tasha held him while he cried. And he cried a lot. And then Tony came and hugged him too. And then Bruce. Bruce understood. He'd lost his mommy when he was little the first time. Bruce got a cool washcloth and a sippy full of water and wiped his face before giving Clint the cup. He told Tony and Tasha to get Pepper, and then scooped him up. Bruce wasn't his daddy. But, just for tonight... maybe he could pretend.
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Okay gang! That's all I got for this one! :) I do have somewhat of a plan going, so stay tuned. And thanks sooooo much to Radiowavemisfit for the inspiration for this! :D Love you guys and I'll see you next time!

How Tony got his family 2

This time it is Natasha's origins. If you want the full run-down, I would highly reccomend finding this series on AO3. General warnings for wetting and ageplay. Otherwise enjoy!

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1.

She refused to admit that someone had gotten the jump on her. That certainly did not happen, thank you very much! However, the fact remained that there was a tall stranger in her room, probably here to kill her. Except he had a bow and arrows. And he looked surprisingly not scary.

"Relax," he said gently. She whimpered, scurrying backwards until she was against a wall. All her instincts were gone, and she was so little and stupid and... And....

"poteryal odeyalo," she whispered. (Lost my blanket)

"You lost your blankie," he responded in Russian. She nodded slowly. "It's okay," he smiled. "Come on, let's find it."

"Zachem?" she asked. (Why?)

Instead of answering, he pulled a pacifier out of his vest. "My daddy hates when I suck my thumb on missions," he explained. "So as a compromise, he sends me with this. That way I can comfort myself, and he doesn't have to worry about my dirty hands going in my mouth."

"Ty malo?" She asked. (You're little?)

He nodded. "Yup. Now hurry. If we're gonna get you out of here before they come-"

They were cut off by an explosion. the wall caved in and suddenly the blanket was the last thing on her mind.

"Fucking bastards," She growled in thickly accented English. "Everyone wants me dead."

"Come with me and I'll let you live," The stranger said.

She looked at him unsurely, before she nodded. What choice did she have?

* * * *

"CLINTON FRANCIS BARTON WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" Coulson roared. They had just stumbled into the safe-house, dirty, bloody, and with one more body than should be there.

"Sir, look there was a situation-"

"Oh I'm well aware of this situation Clint! You could have been KILLED!" The man yelled. "Not only that but you ignored direct orders to take out the target! Now you better have a really good explanation or she's going to die."

"Daddy she's little, just like me," He said, not finding it hard to age down. He usually did after missions and it helped him sit through debriefs. Coulson's eyes grew wide and, for the first time, really looked at the woman behind Clint. She was in fuzzy pajama bottoms and a pink shirt. The file they had said nothing about her EVER wearing pink. EVER. "She left everything behind and she doesn't have a blankie or a lovey or anything Daddy."

Coulson pinched the bridge of his nose. "How old is she?" He asked.

"Older than him," She said softly. "He promised me if I came with him that he would let me live."

".....You get to tell Hill," He finally sighed. Clint lit up like a Christmas tree and kissed his Daddy's cheek happily.


2.
SHIELD was far better than most of the places she had been. Actually it was at the top, aside from the three days she spent as a guest in a rich man's house as his mistress. She shuddered, trying to forget about that. No one trusted her by herself, so she was to room with Agent Hill on base. Clint was so excited to have another little on base but she was really REALLY shy.

She was curled up on her bed when there was a knock on the door. She quietly answered it and Clint was there. His cheeks were red and he looked... small and adorable in a way. "Um, I just uh... Wanted to give you this." He held out a small bear made out of quilt squares. "Daddy made it but he said not to tell anyone that."

Natasha smiled. "Thanks," She whispered. "Can I come over and play?"

Clint jumped up and down eagerly. "Yeah yeah yeah! We have cars and trains and action figures and all the cool toys!"

"Then what are we waiting here for?" She giggled, taking his hand. Clint ran down the hall to Coulson's apartment, quickly punching in his access code.

"Why are we at your Daddy's place?" She asked.

"He has all my stuff. I pretty much spend all my time here anyways," Clint said, fishing his pacifier out of it's pocket and popping it into his mouth. "Come on!"

* * * *

"Clint?" Phil said, rushing into the apartment. Hill was fast on his tail. Granted his little boy had a penchant for being dramatic, Phil wasn't about to take chances. He was all too grateful to see the two of them in the living room together, despite the mess of toys and a certain little boy in wet pants.

"on zabyl izmenit'," Natasha said gently, rubbing Clint's back. (He forgot to change.)

Phil let out a sigh, placing his gun back in the holster and helped Clint to his feet. "It's okay angel, I'm here," He murmured, taking the boy's hand.

Natasha waved happily to him, continuing to play with the trucks they had dug out. Maria smiled. She was.... cute. She just hope this didn't blow up in their face like everything usually did.


3.
Her first mission. She had worked hard to gain this level of trust. It was a simple in and out. Stop the bad guys, watch Clint's back. Plus, how could anything bad happen in a place like Budapest?

* * * *

She was wrong. By a lot.

Turns out the douchebags who were after her when Clint found her that day had teamed up with what Clint was calling "those half-assed clown-bastard carnies." They had managed to make a barricade in a warehouse, but they had limited ammo and no comms. Tasha was pretty sure Clint had broken his foot and she had sprained her wrist in the rush to grab Clint's arrow holster. When (if?) they got back, she was demanding they got it secured to his uniform.

"Tash!" Clint snapped. She looked up at him in a daze. "Focus. See if you can find any water. We're gonna need that before we can focus on anything else."

She nodded slowly, rising on shaky feet. She started to look, but there really wasn't much besides the rats and some stale breadcrusts. But then... huh. A spicket. No way in hell it'll work, She thought. With a shrug, she turned it on. And out flowed clean water. With pride she turned it off and returned to Clint. But this time....

"Hello Tasha," He said.

She swallowed hard. "The fuck do you want," She spat in Russian.

"Oh come now, is that any way to treat your friends?" He purred. She glared. He was holding his gun to Clint's head, and from what she could tell he had already beat him somewhat with it. "You know it wasn't very nice of you to play hide and seek with us."

"Who said I wanted to be found?" She said, leaning against a stack of crates.

"Ah, Natalia," He sighed. "Now, this is how this will work. You will both come with me. If you are lucky, one of you dies."

"Tash," Clint tries to choke out, but he earns a stomp on his bad foot for his trouble. The scream he let out rocked the redhead to her core.

"Natalia, be a good girl," He says. In an instant she's.... on the ground. In tears, her ears covered. She learned. She learned Damnit! She was a good girl and it didn't have to be this way! It didn't! Why was he-

She was cut off by a lot of gunfire and thwip! and general yelling and a lot of watching hand-to-hand. She crawled towards Clint, who crawled towards her.

"How old are you?" He asked her. She held up five shaky fingers. He held her tightly.

* * * *

"He.... He used that side against me a lot," She whispered. "I always figured their had to be more to it than what I was taught, but..." She teared up, and Phil squeezed her hand. "I-I fought it for so long once I ran away and then one day I just dropped and I was alone and I had to figure things out for myself and... and that's when I found out how peaceful it could be. How non-violent and manipulative it all could be."

Hill nodded. "Thank you for telling us Tasha," She said, finishing her notes. "You're clear."

She nodded and sulked out of the room. She went to see Clint, who was thankfully coloring in his hospital bed. She sat next to him.

"Here," He said, offering her a black crayon. She looked at what he was drawing, but was shocked by what she saw: His paper was covered in dead bodies, people with guns, and blood. Oh the blood.

"Why are you drawing such scary things?" She asked timidly.

"It helps me so I don't have to hold it inside," He shrugged. "Then Daddy and I talk about it and then he talks to Auntie Hill and then we all have hot chocolate!"

".....Can I draw too?" she asked. Clint smiled and nodded. The pictures they drew were gory and horrible, but for the first time in a long time, Natasha felt that she had a handle on her demons.


4.
Stark. Tony. Fucking. Stark.

"No. Fucking. Way," Natasha growled.

"Look, Phil can't spend every waking moment chasing him and we have it on good authority he's in some sort of trouble," Hill insisted. "It won't be long and after we figure things out, you're free to go, okay?"

She was not happy. Not at all. And then she actually walked in to the stupid mansion and... assessed him. A little, obviously. Made sense, though he was even younger than Clint. The woman he was signing the company over to was his mommy, no doubt. A pang of jealousy hit her. Why didn't she get a nice mommy?!

* * * *

Pepper was not happy with how things were going. Not by a long shot. But somehow.... they completed each other in a weird way. That's how she found herself in Pepper's lap, drinking wine. Totally unprofessional! her mind screamed. And yet.... It all felt right.


5.
Monaco. Fuck.

Pepper placed her baby in time out while he was still big. Natasha kept her mouth shut, despite noticing he needed a change and most likely needed to pee again. Why was he wearing diapers full time? Probably because of whatever the hell was wrong with his neck. She left with Pepper to go deal with things but the woman stopped once she was out of earshot of the room and started crying.

"Shh, calm down," Natasha cooed.

"What isn't he telling me Nat?" She cried.


6.
The expo was clearly a disaster. And per usual, SHE had to go beat sense into people. At the end of it though, Tony himself had invited her back to the mansion post-mission. Said he knew what she was and that they needed to stick together. That's how she ended up in bed with Tony and Pepper. That's how she started coming over for playdates. That's how she got the start to her family.

How Tony got his family

So my parents are really pissing me the fuck off tonight and I just kind of want to virtually punch them in the face. Or literally. Like this isn't gross. Is it? I don't think it is.

ORIGINAL NOTE: So I did a trade with someone. :D I kind of set this in the same verse as TLT, but more before? I'm also considering that maybe Tasha was more of a big sister figure than a mommy, but Tony just always saw her that way, or sometimes she was. Anyways, yeah, enough babbling from me. General warnings for angst and wetting and Ageplay. Not anything I don't usually put in here. :P Enjoy!

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Pepper had just always been a part of it. She had been doing it for so long, he couldn't remember whether she was his assistant or his mommy first. Or maybe she was both. Either way, he wouldn't have traded her for anything.

And then Afghanistan happened.

He had nearly lost it, and then he remembered Mommy. Mommy, who was worried sick. Mommy, who may not know he was alive. Every ounce of strength he had went in to seeing her again. When he finally did, he realized nothing would ever be the same. It couldn't, no matter how much he wanted it to be. And then he had fallen asleep on the flight and realized that their age play would never be the same either. He had dropped hard once they were alone, and then came the tears. The begging, the fear, the emotion, everything he had been keeping inside. He'd cried himself almost sick, and Pepper had bottle fed him some water. He didn't ever want a bottle before but it felt good, and put him to sleep.

* * * *

When he woke up, he was aware of two things. One, he was way littler than he normally was. Two, he was wet. No, wet was an understatement. He was SOAKED. The only time he had ever wet himself was after a few (dozen) shots of tequila.

"Oh sweetie," Pepper said, coming into his personal bedroom.

"I-I-I didn' mean to," He whimpered.

"I know angel," Mommy cooed. "It happens."

"N-not to m-me," He sniffled.

"Sweetie," She cooed, hugging him close. "You've been through a lot. It's okay. I think you're feeling a lot smaller than usual, huh?" Tony nodded miserably. He usually stayed around four. He could go potty by himself, but still needed help with lots of things. But now...

"I feel really really little. Like a baby," He said sadly.

"And that's just fine with me," She said gently. "I always wished you were a bit younger. I just wish it didn't happen like this." And from then on, Tony was Pepper's precious baby boy


2.
After everything had finished and Agent Coulson stepped in to finish taking care of everything, he and mommy went back to the mansion with a few agents, just to investigate. Pepper was shaking and honestly Tony wasn't sure how he was still snarking at everyone. He wanted mommy and a bottle and to go to bed and never have to ever leave it ever.

It was funny how Mommy always knew exactly what he needed. She took him up to their special room, the one with the big comfy bed with all the pillows and all his little things. She fixed him a bottle and held him close. "I'm so proud of you baby, I know how scary that was," She whispered. "Mommy was scared too. But I promise he won't ever hurt us ever again. You're mommy's sweet little boy and I'm so glad you're okay."

Tony was so grateful for mommy. Little did he know what was coming...


3.
After what happened with Obidiah, things went back to sort of normal. SHIELD was usually around once a month, but it wasn't bad. And then he wet himself in the lab. Big. JARVIS pulled some scans and that was how he figured out about the palladium. He didn't dare think about it, he had the expo launch that night. Still.... He put on a pull-up under his tux. It didn't show, and better safe than sorry, right?

He signed the company over to Pepper fast. That was when he met Natalie. He could tell right away she was a little too, but there was something else there. He couldn't figure it out though...

* * * *

Monaco. Fuck. Mommy was really REALLY mad. When they got back to the hotel she sat him in a corner and told him not to get up until she said or he would be really sorry. She left him alone. He shifted. His pull-up was wet and icky. He needed to change before he got a rash,and probably try and go potty while he was at it, but mommy was already so mad. He made such a mess. But he had to! Why didn't she see that? He was just trying to protect her. Or maybe he needed to tell her. He laid his head against the wall and sniffled. He really was scared. He just wanted to be okay. But he wasn't going to be okay. He was going to die. That was a scary thing to think about. He was dying. He was dying, and mommy wasn't here to make it better! He started to full on cry, and that's when he lost control of his bladder again. Only this time the pull-up didn't hold, and he was quickly sitting in a puddle and it was all just too much and of course that was the moment Natalie decided to walk in.

"Hey," She said gently, getting down on her knees next to him. He looked up, terrified and so vulnerable. "It's okay. I'm.... I'm like you,"

"You... You..."

"Shhh, I'll get your mommy. She can make it all better, right?" Natalie cooed. Tony nodded, wiping his eyes in vain. Natalie ruffled his hair and quickly stood, leaving and returning with Pepper. She sighed at the sight of her poor little boy. What wasn't he telling her?


4.
After everything with Vanko, Natasha made a frequent appearance in the mansion or the tower. She apparently felt safe playing with Tony and Pepper. It at least made everything a little less frightening when Uncle Phil showed up (yes, Phil was aware and all too eager to get involved, as his little was constantly away). He knew if Uncle Phil and his recently dubbed, "sissy," would be there, then everything would be alright.

And it was, until it wasn't.

He tried really really hard to keep it together when they got the news about Uncle Phil. He managed to at least keep it together until he made it to an empty room. Where he proceeded to burst into tears. Sissy had her friend back, Uncle Phil was gone, and honestly? He was scared. Really scared. He wanted Mommy and his blankie and for everything to go back to how it was. But it wouldn't. Not unless he went out there and made it better. So, he picked himself up, and went to do what he had to.

In the end he got Brucie back. Which helped a lot. And then he almost died and he didn't even get to say goodbye to Pepper and it was all so scary he blacked out.

The next thing he knew Hulk was screaming and woke him up. They took care of Loki and went out to eat, but no one was really the same after that. Sissy and her friend were shaken up, Bruce was a hot mess and Cap was trying to just keep everyone together. They all went back to the tower and he snuck off to his bedroom. It was too quiet without Mommy there and he let himself feel for once. It was all so scary and he couldn't stop the tears. He shook and struggled to get out of the shower. Everything was too much and he was so little and vulnerable and all he wanted was Mommy. He was barely dressed in underwear and a shirt before Tasha and Clint were in his room. They both looked as messed up as he felt and he realized Clint was.... shaking. He must be Phil's little.

"How old is he?" Tony managed to get out.

"Not much bigger than you," She said.

Tony nodded. "Come on, I know where we can stay," He said, taking their hands. He lead them down the hall, and down a flight of stairs to the lab levels, but stopped in front of a set of double doors, the room inside black. He quickly typed in the access code, and the room lit up. It was the nursery he and Mommy had managed to pull together. They had one in Malibu too, but he figured this was the best place for all of them tonight. He quickly pulled out some soft jammies for all of them. He knew Tasha could stay dry most of the time, but he wasn't sure about Clint.

"Does he need..." He stopped short, not wanting to embarrass his new friend.

"M'a big boy," He mumbled.

"Stop being dumb Clint," Tasha said, taking the pull-up Tony held out to the two of them. "You know when you're like this it's hard for you to go potty."

Clint humphed but took it anyways. Tony offered Natasha one of the nightgowns Mommy had gotten her, and her eyes lit up. She ducked into the little bathroom to change, and Tony and Clint looked at each other. "I'm bigger than you," He said, trying to be brave.

"Stop," Tony said firmly. "We're all really scared and tired. Get dressed so we can make a pillow fort."

"Can it be a pillow nest?" Clint asked hopefully. Tony nodded. Mommy always said he should let others choose. Clint smiled at him. It was weak and didn't reach his eyes, but it was there. He quickly stripped and changed, making Tony giggle. He did the same and by the time Tasha emerged, they had a fully functional defense nest, with all of the pillows and blankets and stuffed animals in the room present. It was sure to keep out the bad dreams. Tasha giggled and climbed in, grateful for how tiny they all were. She took the middle, both of the boys on either side. Tony had JARVIS play a lullaby track and before long, the three of them were fast asleep, all curled together.

* * * *

The next morning was far from perfect. They all ended up tangled together, but somehow all of them were wet. That didn't make any sense thought. Tony lifted his head first, to investigate. He was met with the adorable sight of Clint sucking his thumb. He really wasn't much bigger than Tony. But only the side of his leg was wet, which meant.... oh.

He'd never seen his sissy like this. Her hair was a mess and she was soaked. He bit his lip. Mommy usually handled these things. Heck, even Uncle Phil would be welcome right now. Clint woke up, blushed at the thumb in his mouth, and looked at Tony.

"What should we do?" He whispered.

Tony shrugged. "I dunno. My mommy usually takes care of this," He whispered back.

"Well we can't leave her here," He said. Tony stuck his thumb in his mouth. He really didn't know what to do. He was too little to deal with this. He might be able to get Bruce... no. They were alone.

As if things couldn't get any more complicated, Tasha woke up. She rubbed her eyes, before she tensed. Tony had never seen her look scared. Never. Not until they were on the helicarrier. But she looked absolutely terrified right now. They were all three little babies and they needed a grown-up.

Clint was the one to decide that though. "We need help," He said softly.

"No! No one can know!" She hiccuped.

"Tasha look at us. We can't do this alone," He said softly.

"Yes, we can," She hiccuped.

"No, you really can't," Someone from the door said. All three looked up to see Bruce and Steve standing there, arms crossed.

Uh-oh, Tony thought. Neither one looked mad though. "H-how'd you get in?" He asked. "The only people with the access codes are me and..."

"Mama!" Tasha cried, seeing the woman behind the two men. Pepper couldn't take it anymore and ran, hugging her babies close.

"Shhh, I'm here. I'm right here," She whispered. "Oh my goodness I'm so glad you two are okay! Are you hurt?"

Tony simply started crying, so glad to be able to hold his mommy again. Everything would be okay now. He was sure of it.


5.
After New York, and the day after New York, things were.... okay. Tasha, it turned out, felt really safe with Steve as well as Mommy. The two were going to go to DC together to help Steve adjust. With Uncle Phil gone, Clint found himself gravitating more to Bruce and Pepper. Tony didn't mind sharing. Bruce finally had a reason to stay some place. He made really good cookies and told the best Stories. They were a weird little family. But when did Tony Stark do anything normally? He wouldn't have his life any other way. He loved his family, just the way they were.

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Okay, so that just sort of took off on it's own. :P I really hope you like it!