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.