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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1.
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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"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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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?

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"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!"

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"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!