I AM ALIVE DO NOT WORRY! School and life has just been happening. Anyways, I wanted to add this, mostly because... well, that's too many spoilers. :P But there is some nursing in this chapter, and there may be lactation (Sue is expecting after all). If that's a problem for anyone, just don't read past the set of stars. :) Otherwise enjoy!
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Chapter 18:
Tony stared awkwardly at the pull-up he had pulled out of the dresser Pepper had made sure was in there. He knew if he was going to even lay down with Clint and Natasha, he would need the protection. But at the same time, he was really, REALLY scared.
"Need help?" Phil asked from the door. Tony simply shrugged. "I know what you're thinking," He added.
"And what's that?" He said, trying to yank himself out of his headspace.
"That Clint is going to blow his top, or laugh, or shun you," Phil said. "Lay down."
Tony obliged. It wouldn't be the first or the last time, probably, because the palladium poisoning had sent Pepper AND Nat away, leaving him to fend for himself. Needless to say, it didn't exactly work. "He will. Everyone does. I'm just a stupid-"
"Stop right there," Phil said firmly. "He's your teammate, and above all else, your friend Tony. And Tasha likes you. He's willing to do whatever it takes to keep that little girl happy."
Tony whimpered. "He's really not gonna care if I'm.... little?"
"Given the circumstance, I think he'd find it enjoyable. You're actually older than her I think," Phil said with a smile, finishing the change. "Do you want to stay in your big clothes or change?"
".....Jammies?" Tony asked. It was his tower after all. In the end, he ended up in a onesie with Captain America's shield on the chest. He made his way to the common area, where Tasha was eating PB and J without crusts. There was a plate waiting next to her, cut into.... triangles?
"How did-"
"JARVIS told me," Clint said with a smile. "Do you want milk or juice?"
"....Apple juice," Tony said softly, sitting next to Tasha. She was currently sitting on three phone books, swinging her legs happily as she chewed her sandwich, which was cut into four little squares.
"Why do you like triangles Bubby?" She asked.
"....My mommy used to cut them into triangles," He said. "She was the best."
Tasha nodded. "Daddy says Triangles are too pointy, and that someone named Nat always loved squares. He also says I have to drink all my milk so I grow up to be big and strong."
Tony giggled, and turned his attention back to his sandwich. Clint watched the two of them fondly. "They're so precious," He whispered to Phil, who was making them something barely more grown up: grilled cheese.
"He really is," Phil said earnestly. "He has such a hard time letting anyone see him like that."
"I can only imagine," Clint mumbled. "Did you know?"
".....I figured it out when Obidiah was still around," Phil said. Tony cringed and whimpered at the mere mention of his name.
"Uncle Phil why did you mention the scary guy?" Tony whimpered, tears already forming.
Phil was by his side in an instant. "Shh, sweetheart it's okay. He won't ever hurt you again. We've talked about this, remember?" Tony sniffled, and Tasha crawled onto his lap, hugging him tightly.
"It's okay Bubby. Uncle Phil will protect us from everything! He's good at that," She said. Clint's heart melted at the sight, and suddenly he was hugging Tony too.
"How about we all go cuddle and have some quiet time too?" Clint suggested. Tasha whined before yawning, and Tony just yawned period. Clint smirked, scooping his little girl up. "Do you need to go potty before we go lay down?"
"Nooooo!" Tasha whined, squirming to get out of his arms.
"Okay sweetie," Clint laughed. "Come on you two."
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Meanwhile, across town, Reed and Sue were trying to settle Johnny down for a nap too.
"I don't WANNA!" He shouted, stomping his foot and making a small singe in the carpet.
"Johnathan Storm this is not up for debate," Sue said firmly. "Come on, use your words. WHY do you not want to take a nap?"
Johnny squirmed, and scurried up to his sister. "It's a secret," He mumbled. Sue sighed, getting down on her knees- which was quite hard to do with the beach ball that had grown to be her stomach- so her little brother could whisper in her ear. "....wanna nurse."
Sue's eyes widened. She had still been debating between bursing the new baby or bottle feeding. Either way she was lactating and... well, it was weird on any level. "Are you sure Johnny?" She asked.
The boy nodded shyly, looking down. Sue sighed, taking him to her room. If this is what he needed, who was she to deny it?
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Chapter 18:
Tony stared awkwardly at the pull-up he had pulled out of the dresser Pepper had made sure was in there. He knew if he was going to even lay down with Clint and Natasha, he would need the protection. But at the same time, he was really, REALLY scared.
"Need help?" Phil asked from the door. Tony simply shrugged. "I know what you're thinking," He added.
"And what's that?" He said, trying to yank himself out of his headspace.
"That Clint is going to blow his top, or laugh, or shun you," Phil said. "Lay down."
Tony obliged. It wouldn't be the first or the last time, probably, because the palladium poisoning had sent Pepper AND Nat away, leaving him to fend for himself. Needless to say, it didn't exactly work. "He will. Everyone does. I'm just a stupid-"
"Stop right there," Phil said firmly. "He's your teammate, and above all else, your friend Tony. And Tasha likes you. He's willing to do whatever it takes to keep that little girl happy."
Tony whimpered. "He's really not gonna care if I'm.... little?"
"Given the circumstance, I think he'd find it enjoyable. You're actually older than her I think," Phil said with a smile, finishing the change. "Do you want to stay in your big clothes or change?"
".....Jammies?" Tony asked. It was his tower after all. In the end, he ended up in a onesie with Captain America's shield on the chest. He made his way to the common area, where Tasha was eating PB and J without crusts. There was a plate waiting next to her, cut into.... triangles?
"How did-"
"JARVIS told me," Clint said with a smile. "Do you want milk or juice?"
"....Apple juice," Tony said softly, sitting next to Tasha. She was currently sitting on three phone books, swinging her legs happily as she chewed her sandwich, which was cut into four little squares.
"Why do you like triangles Bubby?" She asked.
"....My mommy used to cut them into triangles," He said. "She was the best."
Tasha nodded. "Daddy says Triangles are too pointy, and that someone named Nat always loved squares. He also says I have to drink all my milk so I grow up to be big and strong."
Tony giggled, and turned his attention back to his sandwich. Clint watched the two of them fondly. "They're so precious," He whispered to Phil, who was making them something barely more grown up: grilled cheese.
"He really is," Phil said earnestly. "He has such a hard time letting anyone see him like that."
"I can only imagine," Clint mumbled. "Did you know?"
".....I figured it out when Obidiah was still around," Phil said. Tony cringed and whimpered at the mere mention of his name.
"Uncle Phil why did you mention the scary guy?" Tony whimpered, tears already forming.
Phil was by his side in an instant. "Shh, sweetheart it's okay. He won't ever hurt you again. We've talked about this, remember?" Tony sniffled, and Tasha crawled onto his lap, hugging him tightly.
"It's okay Bubby. Uncle Phil will protect us from everything! He's good at that," She said. Clint's heart melted at the sight, and suddenly he was hugging Tony too.
"How about we all go cuddle and have some quiet time too?" Clint suggested. Tasha whined before yawning, and Tony just yawned period. Clint smirked, scooping his little girl up. "Do you need to go potty before we go lay down?"
"Nooooo!" Tasha whined, squirming to get out of his arms.
"Okay sweetie," Clint laughed. "Come on you two."
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Meanwhile, across town, Reed and Sue were trying to settle Johnny down for a nap too.
"I don't WANNA!" He shouted, stomping his foot and making a small singe in the carpet.
"Johnathan Storm this is not up for debate," Sue said firmly. "Come on, use your words. WHY do you not want to take a nap?"
Johnny squirmed, and scurried up to his sister. "It's a secret," He mumbled. Sue sighed, getting down on her knees- which was quite hard to do with the beach ball that had grown to be her stomach- so her little brother could whisper in her ear. "....wanna nurse."
Sue's eyes widened. She had still been debating between bursing the new baby or bottle feeding. Either way she was lactating and... well, it was weird on any level. "Are you sure Johnny?" She asked.
The boy nodded shyly, looking down. Sue sighed, taking him to her room. If this is what he needed, who was she to deny it?
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