hehehehe.... I'm sneaky. ;) Accidental outing by baby Darcy, also Tony swearing. Don't like? Don't read. Enjoy!
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Chapter 22:
"Parenting sucks Phil," Clint whined.
"Oh really?" The agent chuckled. "What happened to 'come on Phil! Let's have one of our own!' hmm?"
"Tasha, that's what," Clint muttered. "And Pepper's mean! She wouldn't even let me read Tasha a bedtime story! How heartless!"
"Clint, she can't push. She has to learn somehow," Phil pointed out.
"But no story? That crosses a line Phil," Clint argued.
"Remind me again who the child is?" Phil teased. Clint crossed his arms and stuck out his tongue. "Very mature Barton."
"Whatever, you know you love me," Clint smirked.
"That I do," Phil said with a kiss.
* * * *
"U-Unca Reed?" Johnny sniffled.
"Hmm? Johnny?" Reed yawned, flicking on the lamp. "What's wrong sport?"
"Had a bad dream!" The boy cried, huge tears running down his cheeks.
"Oh buddy, it's alright, it wasn't real," Reed promised, cuddling the toddler.
"It was awful! You and sissy were bad guys and then this Ducky that was really scary tried to eat everyone!"
Reed frowned, holding the boy close. "It's just a dream. How about you stay here with me and sissy and cuddle, hmm?"
Johnny nodded slowly, wiping his snotty nose on his sleeve. "O-okay. You promise you won't let anything happen?"
"I swear Johnny," Reed said softly, settling the child between him and his wife.
* * * *
"NO! They're not working!"
"Darling you've been at this all day. Come, take a break."
"But-"
"Don't argue with your Mama."
"Fine," He sighed. He reached into the special drawer, pulling out the syringe he'd filled that morning, plunging the serum into his vein. The Enchantress smiled as she watched the man slowly shrink down, down into her precious little boy.
* * * *
The next morning started off rather strange. For one, Tony was asleep on Steve's couch. For another, Dr. Foster was in his kitchen, holding an infant. Great, another one. "Um, M-Miss Foster?"
Jane jumped, quickly looking up. "Sorry. D-Darcy needed milk and there was none upstairs. Pepper said you usually kept some down here."
"No problem," He smiled. "So they got Darcy too?"
Jane nodded. "Do you mind holding her while I fix her bottle?"
"Nope, not at all," Steve smiled. "Come here cutie."
Tony sat up, rubbing his eyes as he watched Steve in the kitchen. Great, even Steve was enamored with the little ones. He frowned as he watched him fawn and coo over the infant. At least until he heard one very, VERY important word leave Darcy's mouth; "Dada!"
Tony was up in an instant, forgetting for a moment he was in just a T-shirt and pull-up. But honestly he didn't care.
"What. The. Fuck, Rogers!" Tony growled. Jane had to admit, she was curious too, but kept quiet, observing the two.
"T-Tony! What are you-"
"NOT what I asked! WHY did she call you Dada?! The only reason Tasha calls Pepper her Mommy is because she was dating! You told ME I was your first! DAMNIT Rogers what the FUCK?!"
"Tony it's not- You were my first GUY. I didn't-"
"SAVE IT ASSHOLE!" Tony shouted, stomping out of the apartment. There was only one place he wanted to go, but even that was taken over. So he went to the next best place: His personal floor. He ran straight to the bar, grabbing the strongest thing he could possibly find to drown his sorrows in. Fuck everything, he was a fucking loser. No wonder Steve was a filthy cheater. But Why? Why?
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Chapter 22:
"Parenting sucks Phil," Clint whined.
"Oh really?" The agent chuckled. "What happened to 'come on Phil! Let's have one of our own!' hmm?"
"Tasha, that's what," Clint muttered. "And Pepper's mean! She wouldn't even let me read Tasha a bedtime story! How heartless!"
"Clint, she can't push. She has to learn somehow," Phil pointed out.
"But no story? That crosses a line Phil," Clint argued.
"Remind me again who the child is?" Phil teased. Clint crossed his arms and stuck out his tongue. "Very mature Barton."
"Whatever, you know you love me," Clint smirked.
"That I do," Phil said with a kiss.
* * * *
"U-Unca Reed?" Johnny sniffled.
"Hmm? Johnny?" Reed yawned, flicking on the lamp. "What's wrong sport?"
"Had a bad dream!" The boy cried, huge tears running down his cheeks.
"Oh buddy, it's alright, it wasn't real," Reed promised, cuddling the toddler.
"It was awful! You and sissy were bad guys and then this Ducky that was really scary tried to eat everyone!"
Reed frowned, holding the boy close. "It's just a dream. How about you stay here with me and sissy and cuddle, hmm?"
Johnny nodded slowly, wiping his snotty nose on his sleeve. "O-okay. You promise you won't let anything happen?"
"I swear Johnny," Reed said softly, settling the child between him and his wife.
* * * *
"NO! They're not working!"
"Darling you've been at this all day. Come, take a break."
"But-"
"Don't argue with your Mama."
"Fine," He sighed. He reached into the special drawer, pulling out the syringe he'd filled that morning, plunging the serum into his vein. The Enchantress smiled as she watched the man slowly shrink down, down into her precious little boy.
* * * *
The next morning started off rather strange. For one, Tony was asleep on Steve's couch. For another, Dr. Foster was in his kitchen, holding an infant. Great, another one. "Um, M-Miss Foster?"
Jane jumped, quickly looking up. "Sorry. D-Darcy needed milk and there was none upstairs. Pepper said you usually kept some down here."
"No problem," He smiled. "So they got Darcy too?"
Jane nodded. "Do you mind holding her while I fix her bottle?"
"Nope, not at all," Steve smiled. "Come here cutie."
Tony sat up, rubbing his eyes as he watched Steve in the kitchen. Great, even Steve was enamored with the little ones. He frowned as he watched him fawn and coo over the infant. At least until he heard one very, VERY important word leave Darcy's mouth; "Dada!"
Tony was up in an instant, forgetting for a moment he was in just a T-shirt and pull-up. But honestly he didn't care.
"What. The. Fuck, Rogers!" Tony growled. Jane had to admit, she was curious too, but kept quiet, observing the two.
"T-Tony! What are you-"
"NOT what I asked! WHY did she call you Dada?! The only reason Tasha calls Pepper her Mommy is because she was dating! You told ME I was your first! DAMNIT Rogers what the FUCK?!"
"Tony it's not- You were my first GUY. I didn't-"
"SAVE IT ASSHOLE!" Tony shouted, stomping out of the apartment. There was only one place he wanted to go, but even that was taken over. So he went to the next best place: His personal floor. He ran straight to the bar, grabbing the strongest thing he could possibly find to drown his sorrows in. Fuck everything, he was a fucking loser. No wonder Steve was a filthy cheater. But Why? Why?
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