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.