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@thekittykitsune
I see no reason why I can’t be both the love interest and the antagonist
Take me back to the days where I was literally delusional posting 3 fics a week 😭 those were truly the times 😔
A strong start.
Reminds me of this I found a couple days ago
Might fuck around and create a fantasy world in my mind to distract myself from the pressures of reality.
And if you are someone who still carries hope in your heart, kindness in your eyes and generosity in your fingertips despite terrible people happening to you, thank you. You are one of the few truly pure things left in this world, and you deserve to be protected.
Nikita Gill (via quotemadness)
Rules: Tag 9 people who you want to know better/catch up with and then answer these questions.
Tagged by the always wonderful, shining ray of light that is @fist-it-out 💖💖💖
Here we go!
3 ships: Zeddison, Doctor/Rose, My Friends/Happiness
Last song: Greenfinch and Linnet Bird - Sweeney Todd
Last movie: The Shape of Water
Currently reading: As They Say in Zanzibar by David Crystal, Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro, and The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde (yes, this is why I take forever to finish a book 😅😂)
Currently watching: Nothing
Currently consuming: A bowl of lettuce and chopped up green pepper, with a little feta and black pepper 😊🥰
Currently craving: A pot of herbal tea
Thanks for the tag honey! As for who I’m tagging, let’s go with: @swiftly-heart, @rainfallingfromthesky, @unusual-ly, @keepswingin, @dr-rigatoni and @vicapuleti
3 ships: reddie, zeddison, @thebtrmuffins/her pre med student
Last song: Buddy Holly // Weezer
Last Movie: Zombieland: Double Tap
Currently Reading: like I actually read real books anymore
Currently Watching: The Suite Life on Deck
Currently Consuming: burritos
Currently Craving: talent
Tagging @probably-peridot @magicman-mephistopheles @queen-kass-the-writer @wxstedhexrt @sevenseashigh
3 ships: Stucky!, Carol and Maria, and Me and a Braincell.
Last Song: Drunk in Love- Beyonce (listening to it rn.)
Last Movie: I…started watching Portrait of a Lady on Fire again the other day but got distracted, does that count?
Currently Reading: Nothing, right now. I finished Midnight Sun a few days ago (I genuinely read it to distract myself by getting mad at Stephanie Meyers.) And I’m going to start a book my best friend gave me for my birthday soon, Miracle Creek.
Currently Watching: Cougartown! (It’s genuinely one of the funniest shows.)
Currently Consuming: Nothing. I don’t eat a lot. I’ve had a bag of chips today. 😂
Currently Craving: Smoothie! (We may get smoothies for dinner.)
Tagging: @pitterpatterpies @marvelinsanity and anyone else who would like to play.
Thank you @dr-rigatoni for tagging me! 🥰🥰🥰
Thanks for the tag love!
3 ships: uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh so @wxstedhexrt took my two faves, carol and maria and stucky, HOWEVER ill add in some non marvel ones and say Catra/Adora from She-ra, Parker and Hardison from Leverage, and my last brain cell with destiny’s last brain cell 🥺
Last Song: betty by taylor swift so i could show my friend a gay song (she straight af and didnt understand. but when do the straights understand)
Last Movie: the spy who dumped me LOL it was really funny
Currently Reading: A BOOK. THAT’S NOT DONE. BECAUSE SOME BEAUTIFUL PERSON IS WRITING IT. AND ITS LITERALLY THE MOST AMAZING GAY SHIT IVE EVER READ 👀
Currently Watching: rewatching Leverage
Currently Consuming: Nothing. I’m already hungry again
Currently Craving: cookies?
Tagging: @kniveouts @angryteapot @littlemarvelfics @lil-stark @skizzlewonderland @to-write-ornah @kahlanmars @nixphomaniac @whyamihere-bro @anika-ann @kawairinrin @romaxnogersav @thekittykitsune @intovert-gone-wild
Thank you @pitterpatterpies. Might be a little late for this. Oh, well!
3 ships: Rhys and Feyre (the ultimate ship goals!); Lucifer and Chloe Decker (because why not?); and Stiles and Lydia
Last Song: Everything I Need by Skylar Grey
Last Movie: Peninsula (but haven’t finished it yet)
Currently Reading: Re-reading ACOTAR (I’ll never get tired of this)
Currently Watching: The Alienist
Currently Consuming: Water
Currently Craving: Nestle Crunch
Tagging: @seeyoureyessmile-blog @famislfe @littledancersun and everyone else who wants to join
Thank you for the tag @pies-writes-and-more
1. What is your favorite color? Blue and red
2. What is your favorite animal? Wolves
3. What is your dream job? Something that let’s me travel the world or an actress
4. Where is one place you would live if you could? Somewhere that’s both near a beach and a forest
5. What is your favorite food? Desserts?
6. What is your favorite store? Bookstores, especially secondhand ones
7. What is your favorite season? Winter
8. What is your favorite movie? Now You See Me is a go-to and so is Paradise Kiss
9. What is your favorite song? Betty by Taylor Swift
10. What’s your least favorite color? Green makes me puke
11. What is your least favorite food? I eat pretty much anything except innards. I also draw the line with carrots
12. What is (was) your favorite subject in school? Math, nothing like the feeling of euphoria after solving an equation
13. What is (was) your least favorite subject in school? Science, never liked my teachers tbh
14. What is your favorite book? ACOTAR by Sarah Maas
15. What is your favorite movie genre? Anything that does not make me want to skip the movie and just read the summary
16. Do you prefer summer or winter? Both. Although I do would like to experience snow once in my life
17. Going to the mountains or the beach? Right now, the beach!
18. Being hot or cold? Cold anytime
19. Being inside or outside? Depends on the mood
20. Socks on or off when you sleep? I sleep with socks on but wake up with them off
Tagging: @honeyloverogers @littledancersun @golddaggers @teenwolf-theoriginals and anyone else who wants to join :)
Baby Self
Alternative to “Babies! Assemble”
Summary: What if it was you that got turned into a baby instead?
Warnings: More fluff, steve calling you a shit ton of cute nicknames
“Are you sure you don’t need anything?” Steve asked in distress.
“It’s fine, baby.” You assured softly, pressing a soft kiss to your husband’s cheek.
“All I’m doing is retrieving intel. I’ll be out of there and back here before you can even worry about me.” You smiled.
“I’ll never be okay with you doing anything alone, I guess.” He sighed, a cute small on his face.
“Well, Captain.” You sassed, pushing the button on your wrist and booting your suit up. “I made it all the way here without you, and managed to out rank you all on my own. I can manage.”
The blond chuckled before tucking your hair away and securing your helmet.
“I know, sweetheart.” He agreed. “Worrying about you is just a skill of mine.”
You stepped up on to the hangar and Bruce began to count down.
“Time travel commencing in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!”
It all happened so quick. One second you were at a 60’s military base, the next you were traveling through the quantum realm, and now you’re here on the floor back at the Avenger’s compound. You immediately took notice of the weakness of your limbs. Carefully, you attempting to stand only to fall desperately back on to the cold floor. You opened your mouth to call for help only to shock yourself even further. Your womanly tone displaced with a soft high pitched whimper.
“Oh...shit.” Scott gasped.
“Steve’s going to kill us, Lord have mercy.” Bruce panicked.
“Us?! I thought you were in charge of doing welfare checks on the suits?!” Scott exclaimed.
“I thought you were!” Bruce argued.
“Oh my god! I’m going to die, I’m going to die! Captain America is going to kill me! I let down America’s ass!” Scott panicked.
Out of frustration, you picked up your helmet with the intentions of throwing it at them. Instead, a pair of small chubby arms invaded your vision as they weakly lifted up the helmet. Those aren’t your arms! You let out a fearful shriek before tossing the helmet away. What they hell was going on? Scott and Bruce turned towards you looking as frantic as humanly possible. Scott was the first one to move, running towards you and kneeling before you.
“Hi, Mrs.America- uh, Mrs.Rogers, Mrs.Captain America-Rogers, anyways! You’re okay, alright? You’re okay!” Scott cooed.
You furrowed your brows and stared angrily at him. You’re a grown ass woman, why is he talking to you like you were a child?
“What’s going on?” Steve’s authoritative voice boomed as he strut into the room.
Steve! A sudden urge to cry took over you at the sound of his voice. In that moment, his voice was the most comforting and assuring thing in the world.
“Scott? What’s that?” He asked, his eyes curiously studying Scott’s hunched over form.
Scott began to nervously laugh.
“We can explain!” He offered before he moved out of the way so Steve could see you.
Giddiness and excitement you have never experienced before took over you. You began to giggle hysterically at the sight of your husband. If only your legs could work right so you could get up and hug him! You quickly crawled towards him until you were sat right at his feet. He looked down at you with an unreadable expression. Did you do something wrong? Did he not want you anymore now that you were injured and weak? The rejection stabbed your heart as your bottom lip quivered and your eyes watered. A cry left your mouth until you were full blown sobbing. What was the matter with you? What happened while you were gone?
“Oh sweetheart, don’t cry baby! C’mere,” Your husband cooed, scooping you right into his arms.
You sniffled and wrapped your abnormally tiny arms around him, laying your head on his chest which seemed to be bigger.
“You turned my wife...into a baby.” Steve spoke slowly.
A what? A baby! With a gasp, you pulled away from Steve and looked down at your hands. You were met with the sight of tiny chubby hands.
“How could you have possibly allowed this to happen?” Steve demanded, rubbing your small back as he began to soothingly bounce you.
You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, tangling your hands in his hair as you began to nod off. How you were sleepy at such a detrimental time was beyond you.
“What’s going on?” Tony asked as he entered the room, his chocolate orbs widening at the sight of you. “Oh my god Baby Y/N!”
“Scott was supposed to check her suit!” Bruce quickly answered, pointing an accusing finger at his partner.
“We both are responsible for things like this!” Scott combated.
Their sheer volume rang through your tiny ears. You winced and placed your hands over them as you looked up at Steve.
“Loud,” You whined.
His gaze softened at the sight of your cherub face, tiny pout, and big wide eyes.
“I know, babygirl, I’m sorry.” He sighed, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Do you want to go lay down in our room while I handle this?”
You shook your head quickly at the idea of leaving him, more tears springing up.
“No!” You cried out.
“Alright, doll. Don’t worry, you can stay with me,” Steve assured, holding you tightly to him.
“Whipped.” Tony muttered, earning a sharp glance from Steve.
The sleepiness presumed until you were knocked out cold in Steve’s arms. His eyes narrowed as he glared daggers into Scott and Bruce.
“Explain to me how this shit happened. If you raise your voice and wake my girl up, you’re going to regret joining this team.”
The two men looked at each other before gulping nervously. They really fucked up.
Natasha had bathed you before dressing you in Morgan’s old baby clothes. The redhead was secretly ecstatic that you were turned into a baby. She was able to live out her baby fever through you, coddling and cooing to you endlessly. She squealed in excitement at the sight of you in a soft pink fluffy beat onsie, the ears standing erect as she pulled the hood up.
“When you get turned back, please have a baby.” Natasha whined quietly as she carried you to the common room where everyone else sat.
“I’m baby,” You babbled, playing with the arrow pendant on her necklace.
Natasha beamed and squished your chubby cheeks.
“The cutest baby.” She praised, entering the common room with the biggest smile anyone has seen her with.
Bucky awaited your presence in the kitchen, a bottle in his hand ready for you. You gasped with excitement, making grabby heads out for the brunet.
“Buck!” You chimed enthusiastically. “Buck! Buck! Buck!”
“I’m comin’, little doll. Don’t you worry.” He chuckled, quickly taking you from Natasha’s arms and handing you the bottle.
He laid you on your back and cradled you in his arms as you devoured the contents of the bottle. Bucky eyed you adoringly, stroking your soft cheek with his flesh finger.
“Jeez, Y/N’s never been ugly in her life.” He joked.
You smiled around the nub of the bottle, a giggle escaping you.
You were pretty. He called you pretty.
“You’re pretty you know that, sugar?” He cooed, pressing a kiss to your little hand.
“Stop trying to charm my girl.” A familiar voice groaned.
You quickly jerked upright in Bucky’s arms, your attention diverting to your favorite person in the world.
“Steeb!” You shrieked.
This tired expression lit up at the smiling baby girl in front of him. The stress and worries all drifted away. You always have had that effect on him, you being a baby made no difference. A smile carved into his face as he gently took your small form from his best friend’s arms, setting your bottle aside so he could snuggle you.
“Hi, sweetie!” He whispered excitedly. “I missed you so much,”
Maniac laughs left you as he began to plant light kissses all over your face and hands.
“I love that sound.” He sighed in relief. “This team is full of morons, babygirl. That’s why you’re like this right now.”
“Hey!” Bruce yelped offendedly. “I thought I-
“Don’t, son.” Steve scolded.
“Guess what, baby? I get to spend time with you while the dum dums figure it out!” Steve cooed, bouncing you in his arms.
“Okay, I’m seriously offended.” Scott scoffed.
“Dum dum!” You cheered, earning hearty laughs fron everyone besides the two time travel experts.
“She’s still so mean even as a baby.” Bruce muttered.
“I want to spend time with her too,” Bucky whined, reaching for you.
“Nope.” Steve remarked, popping the ‘P’. “You all are going to stay here and fix this.”
The room erupted into a sea of whines, groans, and complains.
“We want to play with her!” Sam argued.
“Yea! Baby Y/N’s so cute!” Wanda agreed, earning an earnest giggle from you.
“Steve.” Natasha began calmly. “You need to relax. What’s done is done. The only thing we can do now is take care of her while we figure things out.”
The blond sighed as he rested his head on top of yours.
“She must be in so much distress right now. You should’ve seen how she looked at me when I first saw her, she looked terrified.” Steve whispered sadly.
“Oh yea. Definitely distressed.” Natasha sarcastically snorted, gesturing to you.
You chin was propped up against his chest and you stared up at him with googly eyes and an adorable grin.
He’s so freaking pretty. Is his hair actually made of gold gold?
“Pretty Steve,” You giggled, earning a hearty laugh from the apple of your eye.
“You’re the prettiest, babydoll.” He cooed, kissing your little nose. “Always.”
“Wanna cuddle,” You pouted as you clutched his powder blue shirt in your tiny firsts.
“Why don’t we go out for cake pops, then we can snuggle. What do ya say, darlin’?” Steve suggested, a playful smile on his face.
You wiggled excitedly in his arms at the meer mention of cupcakes.
“See. She’s okay.” Natasha assured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Steve sighed and hugged his girl a bit tighter.
“Okay.” He breathed before putting the little one down and situating a fluffy jacket and boots on her. “Go say bye bye to everyone, babydoll.”
You waddled over to everyone, exchanging a kiss on your forehead for a “bye bucky” “bye wanda” “bye tasha” and so forth before you were out the door, leaving behind a team of smiling Avengers.
The ride to the local Starbucks was a shock to Steve. It was odd not having you in the front seat with him, his hand resting on your thigh as he drove. He did adore baby you though. Your little voice babbling away in the backseat was music to his ears. It made him think of the possibility of your own little one in the back seat. That was a conversation for when you were back to normal.
Steve carried you into the coffee shop with a little pep in his step, excited to spend time with you. You were surprisingly well behaved for a baby, speaking quietly at a reasonable volume and not drawing any unwanted attention. For that, you earned yourself two cake pops.
“Which one do you want, baby? You want the pink one?” Steve cooed.
You nodded your head with a large smile on your face.
“Yes, please!”
Steve’s heart melted as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. The cashier wrung up his order promptly, handing him your cake pops first. He took one out of the bag and held it up to your mouth.
“Here ya go, little darlin’! Take a big ol’ bite!” He said exuberantly.
You giggled before taking a generous mouthful of the velvety white chocolate goodness.
“Mmm!” You proclaimed, causing Steve to laugh heartily.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, sweet girl.”
“She’s adorable!” A feminine voice from behind you squealed, her mouth upturned in a flirty grin. “Just like her daddy.”
Steve’s eyes went wide. Normally you were here to scare all the women away. They pissed their pants at the sight of your icy glare! What was he supposed to do now?
“She uh, gets that all from her mother,” Steve chuckled nervously, avoiding having to look at the woman at all costs.
She obnoxiously giggled before taking a step closer, not taking a hint at all.
“No, I don’t think so!” She squealed.
Before you knew it, an icy hand was reaching out towards you and pinching your cheeks. You glared at the woman before smacking her hands away as aggressively as you could. How dare she hit on your husband then try to squish your cheeks? Oh wait, your lives aren’t normal and this woman thinks your husband is your father all because Scott and Bruce failed to perform a welfare check on your suit. Now you can’t beat this bitch’s ass because you’re a baby. The woman’s face fell for a brief second before she tightened up her stiff smile.
“Oh! Someone’s grumpy!” She commented.
“Ma’am.” Steve said warningly. “Please do not touch my little girl.”
Her eyes misted over as desire swam through them.
“Yes, Captain.” She purred.
A loud gagging sound left your mouth. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is? Steve pressed his lips together as he suppressed his laughter, patting your back and pretending to burp you.
“Did you eat too fast, sweetheart?” He chuckled.
You nodded quickly and pressed a little kiss to his lips. This lady could fuck off.
Without another word, Steve turned away from the embarrassment that was the woman behind you and patiently waited for his drink to be made. The woman was visibly seething from the sting of rejection from Captain Rogers himself as she glared daggers into your tiny face snuggled into the crook of Steve’s neck.
“Damn kids,” She muttered to herself.
Steve’s ears perked up but before he could take any action, you decided to.
“What the hell did you just say about my-“
You picked up a packet of trail mix closest to you and threw it directly at the woman’s face.
“Rude.” You sassed. “Fuck off.”
The woman gasped loudly, clutching a hand to her chest as her eyes widened as big as saucers. Steve had a harder time suppressing his laughter this time, sputtering out a few giggles.
“You let your child speak like that?!” She guaffed.
“You heard the boss, ma’am. Off you go.” Steve ordered nonchalantly, grabbing his drink as exiting the building as the two of you burst into a fit of raging laughter.
“You can’t do that again, baby!” Steve laughed loudly, strapping you into the carseat.
“Old hag.” You muttered before taking another bite of your cake pop like your life depended on it.
“Y/N!”
You laughed incessantly as Steve shook his head in disbelief.
“You’re something else, sweet girl.”
Steve recounted the incident at Starbucks to everyone as soon as you got home. They all died of laughter. Tony even gave you a huge chocate chip cookie when Steve wasn’t looking. Needless to say, you were on a sugar rush. You had turned Steve’s shield upside down and were sitting in the middle of it, spinning it as fast as you could while the rest of the team figured out the glitch in your suit. The spinning stop as a strong pair of arms lifted you up and placed you in a pack and play.
“No, no, no little doll. You’re going to make yourself sick.” Steve spoke firmly.
You pouted and thrashed around, stomping your sock clad feet.
“No!” You argued.
“Y/N.” He scolded.
“Wanna spin!” You whined.
“Tony, what the hell did you give her?!” Steve groaned.
“A cookie!” Tony proclaimed, leaning down to nuzzles your nose affectionately.
“Luckily for you, we fixed her suit. Hangar’s ready. She’ll be back to normal!”
Steve frowned and stared down at you. Your pink pouty lips, your wide doe eyes, chubby cheeks, and tiny limbs. He missed you, but he would also miss this. A baby. A mini you. With a huff, Steve scooped you up and made his way to the hangar before placing you down.
“Be a good girl for me and stay right there, okay sweetheart?” He cooed.
You nodded and placed your tiny palms on his cheeks. He smiled sadly at you, staring into baby you’s eyes one last time before backing away.
“I’ll see you soon.”
He’ll finally have you back and maybe a much needed conversation could happen.
“Commencing time travel in 5...4...3...2...1!”
With a quick burst, your normal self stood at the hangar, an angry and irritable expression on your face. Bruce and Scott eyed you wearily, nervous expressions on their faces.
“Heyyyyyy, Y/N!” Scott spoke cautiously, he tone unsure and soft.
“Listen uh, no hard feelings right?” Bruce laughed weakily, scratching the back of his neck.
“This woman who looked like the back of Thanos’ boots hit on my husband and pinched my cheeks and I couldn’t beat her ass because you turn me into a goddamn baby!” You screeched.
“You got to throw trail mix at her!” Bruce reasoned.
“I should have been able to throw a knife! Do you know how stressful this whole thing was?!”
“Hey, hey, hey!” A familiar voice cooed, wrapping his arms around you. “You’re okay now. Lets run you a bath, alright doll?”
You sighed with relief as you sunk into the water.
“It was ao strange being so small.” You mumbled. “And not being able to beat anyone’s ass.”
Steve’s chest rumbled underneath you as he laughed.
“I should have known. Even as a baby, you still have that temper.” Steve teased.
“I’m sorry I was a handful.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I liked taking care of you.”
“And uh..”
You smiled up at him adoringly.
“Yes...?”
“Maybe we..we c-can take care of our o-own little one, ya know?” He sputtered out nervously, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.
You wrapped his arms around him tightly, pressing your forward against his as you smiled widely with watery eyes.
“Babies.” You breathed.
“Babies.” He affirmed. “A whole house full of little yous.”
“You couldn’t even handle one of me!” You giggled.
“It’s worth a shot.” He reasoned. “What do ya say, sweetheart?”
There was no way you could say no to that face.
You typed away, completely emersed in the mission report that was due in an hour. As an Avenger and a highly trained soldier, it is expected of you to be aware of every single thing surrounding you. However, you failed to take notice of the red, white, and blue vibranium shiel inching closer and closer to you until it was directly in front of you faced downwards. You squinted before a leaning down and lifting the shield up, revealing a blonde head of tumbling curls and a tiny body squished into the fetal position.
“Got cha!” You exclaimed, scooping your squealing baby girl up into your arms.
“Does daddy know you took his shield?” You cooed.
“I do.” Steve chimed in as he walked into your office.
Giselle’s big blue eyes went wide.
“Uh oh!” She gasped, earning hearty laughs from you and your husband.
“Uh oh is right, babydoll! You have to face the tickle monster now!” Steve playfully growled, snatching her out of your arms as he attacked her ticklish spots.
The sound of manic baby laughter filled the room as you admired the sight of your husband, you life long partner, and your daughter. Your other half.
She was your baby self.
And she was everything you have ever wanted.
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Babies! Assemble
Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: On a mission involving time travel, as if they haven’t learned at all that it’s dangerous, the Avengers get turned into babies. Including your boyfriend.
Warnings: BABY. AVENGERS. so cute. 🥰
Inspired by this post. Also, this is how I imagine them to sound so please watch so you can hear their cute wittle voices as you read 🥺 Steve is the white one, Nat is the pink one, Thor is the purple one, Clint is the green one, and Bucky is the orange one.
Artwork found on Pinterest. Credit to artist.
You told them not to do it. You told them goddamn it. Did they listen? Nope.
“It’s safe!” Bruce said.
“We’ve done it before!” Scott said.
Oh yeah. Definitely safe. No one got hurt, but now your teammates and your boyfriend were babies. At some point on their way back, a glitch occurred that sent their bodies back in time before the machine spit them out on to the hangar. It was a sight to see. Anxious, confused, and crying baby Avengers.
“What..the fuck.” You mumbled.
“Does anyone have snacks?” A tiny yet gruff voice asked nonchalantly.
Chubby baby Thor.
He was clad in a little red cape and onsie. In his hands were smaller, safer (thank God) toy versions of stormbreaker and mjolnir.
“You ate all of them already!” An all green baby that was significantly larger than the rest growled.
Bruce.
Great, one of the only people that could fix this was a fucking baby.
“Pepper! Rhodey!” You called out in panic.
Thank God they stayed. This would have been even more of a disaster if you were alone. Upon hearing your voice, the babies snapped their heads towards you. Their eyes big and wide with wonder. A blond baby boy with the biggest blue eyes began to cry hysterically as he crawled as fast as his little limps could take him to you.
Steve. Your boyfriend.
Your heart swelled. Even as a baby he was still a sweetheart.
“Okay, okay,” You cooed, picking him up and snuggling him into your arms. “It’s okay, Stevie. It’s okay,”
He nuzzled his face into your chest as he sniffled.
“Don’t wike it,” Baby Steve choked out.
You aw’ed before kissing his cheek.
“You’re so cute oh my god,” You whispered to yourself before snapping out of it to comfort the little boy in your arms.
“I know, baby. It’s over now. Your home.” You assured smiling down at him.
You felt a tug at the bottom of your pants. Looking down, a chestnut shaggy haired boy with grey eyes stared anxiously at you. The black pacifier in his mouth moved up and down quickly as he nervously suckled on it. He lifted a chubby finger and pointed up at Steve.
This was definitely Bucky.
“He’s okay,” You whispered, kneeling down so he could see for himself. “See! He was just scared!”
Baby Bucky began to pat Baby Steve’s head soothingly. He took out his pacifier.
“Okay?” He questioned adorably.
Baby Steve nodded and scrubbed his tears away.
“Okay,” He muttered.
They both looked at each other and smiled before giggling.
Plonk!
A red and dark grey ball was thrown at Baby Bucky’s head. A loud giggle sounded off from a baby with wings attached to him.
Sam.
“Hey!” You scolded. “Play nice!”
Before you knew it, Bucky had picked up the ball and threw it back at Sam ten times harder with his metal arm.
“Jesus Christ!” You shrieked, scooping Bucky up in the opposite arm.
Steve laughed and held his chubby hand up for a high five.
“No, Steve. No high five. That wasn’t nice.” You said sternly, turning to Sam.
“Don’t do that again.” You warned.
He huffed and plopped down on to the floor.
“You need help, Y/N- Ohhhh shit.” Rhodey cursed at the sight of the babies. Pepper was hot on his trail.
“Shit!” Baby Tony exclaimed.
An even littler Baby Peter clapped his hands.
“Shit!” He copied.
“Oh my god!” Pepper breathed, her eyes wide.
Tony shot her a gummy smile.
“Pep! Pep!” He cheered, bouncing on his diaper clad butt.
“How did this..” Pepper trailed off, picking up Baby Tony and inspecting him as he made grabby hands at her.
“I’m assuming there was a glitch in their suits. No diagnosis yet.” You concluded.
“Are they all back?” Rhodey inquired.
You sighed and turned on your inner preschool teacher.
“Lets play a game! When I call your name, come here okay!” You proclaimed in an excited tone.
The babies all smiled and cheered.
“Natasha, come here honey,” You cooed.
The baby redhead determinedly stood up on her wobbly legs and walked to you steadily.
“Is there somewhere we can put them for the mean time?” You asked desperately.
Pepper nodded.
“I have one of Morgan’s old play pens in storage. I can set it up and but them in there while we get a room ready.”
“I got it.” Rhodey offered, going off to find it.
“I have Steve, Bucky, and Nat.” You informed.
“Alright, Clint buddy! C’mon!”
And so forth until you corralled all of the tots up in one place. They were all back and perfectly in unharmed. You watched them with Rhodey as Pepper began setting up a baby proof room.
“We need to get Lang.” Rhodey sighed frustratedly as Tony aggressively yanked his shirt. “Man, stop!”
He shot his friend a mischievous smile before making his way back to the pen and joining his teammates for a nap. Baby Natasha was almost asleep on your lap. Her small hands wandered curiously through your hair and face.
“Pretty,” She mumbled sleepily.
You smiled.
“But they’re so cute, Rhodes,” You awed.
A fart way too loud for a baby could be heard.
“Ew,” Baby Wanda whined, shoving Baby Clint away from her.
“Alright nevermind. Call Lang.” You groaned.
Pepper entered the room and clasped her hands together.
“Room’s all baby proofed and I’ve got a whole bunch of baby clothes and supplies coming in an hour. We should get them bathed and fed until Scott shows up.” Pepper informed.
You nodded.
“How are we going to do this?”
And that’s how you ended up with a bath tub full of baby Avengers.
Bucky and Steve were easy. They sat off to the side calmly scrubbing each others hair and playing wity their bath toys. Wanda and Natasha did the same on the opposite end of the tub. Clint was behind her tugging her hair for attention. Thor and Bruce were rambunctious as ever. The pair roared and screamed as they splashed each other with water. Sam and Tony watched in amusement and cheered them on loudly. When Pepper began washing Tony, you swear to god the baby Stark winked at her. You were both slightly disturbed and humored at the same time. Once the clothes arrived, Peter was the first one dressed. The youngest of the bunch had a long day and was sleepier than ever. You and Pepper dressed them in an assembly line fashion. When everyone was done, Steve had managed to crawl on to your lap for some snuggles. Pepper laughed in adoration at his behavior.
“Yours is so sweet, mine’s a heathen.” She commented.
You squished Steve’s cherub cheeks as he smiled up at you in astonishment.
“He’s always been a little softie, huh honey?” You whispered.
He giggled and wrapped his little arms around your neck, hugging you.
“Cuddle,” He said softly.
“Cuddles.” You agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
“Who’s hungry, kids?!” Pepper called.
“Me!” They all answered.
“SUSTENANCE!” Thor war cried, taking off to the kitchen.
You turned to Pepper with an exhausted look on your face. “This isn’t going to get easier, is it?”
She rubbed her temples.
“Not as long as there’s ten of them,”
All ten of the tots sat impatiently at the table as you, Pepper, and Rhodey plated food and filled sippy cups as fast as you could. While the rest could eat solids, Peter would only be able to consum formula much to his dismay. They calmed down as soon as a plate of mac and cheese, mixed veggies, and mini french fries was placed in front of them. Steve being the cutie he was, mumbled a shy ‘thank you’ before forcing the others to do the same.
“Thanks, toots,” Tony flirted at Pepper, his chubby cheeks covered in cheese.
“This is insane.” Pepper muttered, wiping her husband’s face. “I kind of feel like nothing has changed. I take care of him anyways.”
You giggled and watched the babies as they ate.
Thor was content with the food, picking a couple bites off of Bruce’s plate.
Peter watched Tony eat in envy while he sipped his bottle. Wanda and Natasha ate delicately like the little ladies they were. Sam and Clint took turns dumping their veggies on to each other’s plates, earning a stern look from Pepper. Bucky scarfed down his food so quick it gave you a whiplash. Crumbs and cheese surround his little mouth. Steve looked at him curiously before scooting his plate closer to him.
“More?” He offered.
Bucky immediately scarfed down Steve’s fries and veggies.
“Jesus, Bucky, calm down or you’re going to choke sweetie,” You said, wiping his mouth and patting his back.
“Careful, Buckyyy!” Natasha sing songed.
“Shut up,” Bucky shot back.
“Not nice, James.” You warned.
He put his head down in shame, a little pout on his face.
“Sorry, Tasha,” He mumbled.
You ruffled his hair and kissed his cheek.
“Good boy,” You cooed.
“Hey!” Steve whined jealously pulling you away from his best friend by the hem of your shirt. He spent the rest of his time eating while holding your hand tightly.
When you offered the kids desert, the same thing happened. Steve and Bucky shared and Peter threw a huge tantrum because Tony finished it all.
“Okay! Okay! Okay! I’m here! What happened?!” Scott Lang screamed in panic as he barged into the room loudly.
The babies were startled and Scott stared at the sight completely stunned, both completely silent. Peter then began to cry loudly.
“Great going, Lang.” Rhodey grumbled, picking up Peter and rocking him soothingly.
“Holy cow! They’re really..babies!” He guaffed.
“We need to reverse this as soon as we can, Scott. We can’t be single mother’s of ten forever.” You spoke urgently.
He scoffed. “You’re not single mothers when you have..oh right, they’re babies.”
Rhodey shook his head.
“Unbelievable.” He remarked. “Put them in the pen, lets see what we can do.”
So far, everything was running smoothly. The babies were occupied in their pen with an abundance of toys as you four worked diligently; inspecting their suits, tracing their timeline, a bunch of quantum realm shit that you wish Tony were here to help with. I mean, he was here. As a baby. Flirting with Pepper. This was still so weird. You periodically glanced back at them to make sure everyone was alright. You held back your giggles at the sight of Baby Clint bent over picking up toys while Baby Nat stared at his little diaper booty with interest. Your focus was back on to the computer in front of you until you heard a loud clutter.
“You’re m-my m-mission!” Baby Bucky grunted as he held Baby Steve down on the floor.
“Owie, Bucky! Stop it!” Steve cried, pushing his friend off of him who landed on the floor with an adorable ‘oof’ and a blank expression on his face.
“I dunno the rest,” He mumbled.
“You know what I do know?!” Baby Tony declared. “That Y/N is the most beautiful mademoiselle-“
“Don’t talk about her!” Steve angrily roared loudly, throwing his shield plushie at Tony so hard it made him fall over.
“What did he do?” Baby Wanda gasped quietly.
“How can he even say that word when he’s like...three years old?” Scott asked in wonder.
“Steve! Take this one!” Baby Thor screamed, tossing him plushie mjolnir.
Steve immediately waved it around before charging at Tony and hitting him with it.
“Is that really what matters right now?!” You screeched.
“Ah! Steve! What th- stop it!” Tony yelped in between blows.
“My Y/N!” Steve’s little voice attempted to snarl. It was like watching a puppy try to howl.
“Still protective I see,” Rhodey commented.
You rushed to the boys and separated them, scooping the baby version of your boyfriend into your arms.
“That’s not okay!” You chided to the both of them.
Steve arranged himself in your arms comfortably before popping in his Captain America pacifier and glaring at Tony.
“You, don’t egg him on. And you, no hitting.”
Despite you scolding him the tiny blond continued to beam at you with googly eyes.
“Stevie, I’m serious. Say sorry to each other, boys.” You warned.
Tony sight before begrudgingly mumbling out an apology. He still hated being wrong. Steve popped out his pacifier, smugly apologized, then popped it back in and began to cuddle himself in your arms.
You exhaled calmly.
“That’s that. I’m going to put you back now, oka-“
“Nuh huh!” Steve whined in distaste as he clung on to you tighter.
“I have to work on turning you guys back into your normal selves, bubba.” You attempted to reason.
Steve shrugged and closed his eyes, his tiny hand gripping your finger as he drifted off to sleep.
“Kids are something else,” You muttered, carefully sitting yourself back down onto your desk chair.
You smiled at the baby boy in your arms lovingly and began to work.
You don’t remember falling asleep. All you could recall was someone scooping up your drowsy form after removing the baby blond from your arms and moving you to the couch. You could hear him whining and squirming around.
“She has to sleep, Steve. She’s worked really hard.” Pepper spoke soothingly.
His big azure eyes widened before they began to water.
“I-Is she o-okay?” He whimpered worriedly.
“Oh, sweetie. She’s perfectly fine, she just needs a nap the same way you need to nap,” Pepper assured, wiping his watery cheeks.
“Y/N will be really proud of you if you go to sleep with the rest of your friends, can you do that for her?”
Steve quickly nodded.
It took all the strength Virginia Potts could manage to not squish him in utter adoration. Steve had always been a gentleman, but Baby Steve was so much sweeter. She carried him to the baby room before placing him down right next to his best friend and tucking him in.
“Where were you?” Natasha sleepily inquired, her little voice laced with sleep.
“With Y/N, who else?” Tony mocked. “Wanna tuck me in again, sweetcheeks?”
“Why does he get to stay up?” Clint complained.
“Not fair.” Sam pouted.
“Everyone go back to sleep.” Pepper ordered.
“Night night, friends,” Bruce yawned.
“Nighty,” Wanda sighed cutely.
“Bucky, scoot over!”
“I can’t! Tasha’s on me!”
“Am not! Oh, oopsie!”
“I’m HUNGRY!”
“When are you not?!”
“Give me my toy back!”
“It’s not YOURS it’s MINE!”
“No, it’s NOT!”
“Shut up!”
“Shhh! Language!”
Was all you could hear from the outside of their room. A full nights worth of rest resulted in the babies energy to spike significantly. It was bright and early, six in the morning to be precise, and they were bouncing around their giant shared crib already. You opened the door and drew the curtains back, allowing the sun to illuminate the room.
“Good morning, babies!”
“Morning!”
“Hi!”
“HUNGRY!”
You laughed instantly.
“Alright, alright! Relax! Lets get you guys changed, then we can all have some breakfast,”
You and Pepper deserved a raise. The two of you changed ten babies’ diapers and clothes and managed to calmly herd them into the living room while you made breakfast. While you cooked, sneaky little Natasha had managed to crawl over the play pen and wander off to the kitchen with you. The Black Widow can never be stopped, even if she’s a two year old. Or three. Their age really didn’t matter.
“What’s that?” She asked curiously as she hugged your legs.
“Pancakes.” You answered.
The itty bitty redhead gasped and waddled away quickly, returning seconds later with Wanda.
You gasped in disbelief.
“How did you get your sister out, little miss?”
The girls giggled before turning to you.
“Are they good?” Wanda asked shyly.
“How about you try one before everyone else gets to,” You whispered secretly, flipping over two tiny pancakes and handing them over when they were cool enough.
They studied the pastry before taking a small bite and letting out an over zealous ‘mmmm’. You watched them in amusement. Natasha and Wanda had eaten pancakes more times than you could count. Seeing their baby selves react to them so foreignly was an ironic, humorous sight.
“Can we have more, please?!”
“Yeah, please!”
They both begged with their best puppy dog expressions.
You shook your head.
“Breakfast is almost ready, you both can eat with your brothers all together.”
“Okay,” They sighed dramatically in unison.
You blinked at them before rolling your eyes.
“Fine. One more. But no more after that!”
They cheered in victory before hanging on to your leg while you cooked up two more pancakes.
The conclusion of breakfast meant the beginning of more work. There were just enough leads to give you hope, but not enough to solve your dilemma. You downed cup after cup of coffee like they were shots. In your state of focus, you hadn’t noticed your tiny boyfriend watching you curiously from the play pen. His infatuation with you only grew every second he was with you. It warmed your heart in a way you couldn’t describe to know that no matter what state Steve was in, you were always the apple of his eye. Rhodey picked up your empty mug before filling it up, making his way to the play pen, and scooping Steve out.
“You wanna make her day, pal?” Rhodey asked.
Steve nodded so quickly you would think his little head was about to fall off, causing the older man to raise his eyebrows.
“You’re whipped in every single degree possible, bro. Even baby you is bending over backwards for your girl,” Rhodey joked.
“My girl,” Steve repeated, a gummy smile on his face.
Rhodey laughed before carefully placing your mug in his tiny hands and adjusting them securely.
“Go bring that to her, it’ll make her happy. Slow, buddy! Be careful, you don’t wanna spill!”
“I can do this all day,” Baby Steve huffed determinedly. His eyebrows furrowed as he intensively focused on not spilling.
When he reached your desk, he lifted the mug proudly with a giddy ‘here you go!’. Your actually uwu’ed.
“Thank you, honeybun! You are so sweet,” You cooed, taking the mug from him before covering his face in kisses while he squealed.
“Pepper doesn’t give me kissies like that,” You heard Tony muttered.
“You’re a three year old trying to flirt like you’re grown,” Rhodey snarked.
“What can I say? I have an old soul.” Tony shrugged.
“Ima smack the soul outta you,” Rhodey groaned.
“C-can I stay with you?” Steve asked shyly, shuffing his small fuzzy sock clad feet.
“Of course, handsome,” You cooed, placing him on your lap yet again.
The baby boy stared at your hands as they typed swiftly away on the keyboard. At some point, he rested his head against your arm and fell into slumber.
“That’s so cute!” Scott whispered loudly. “Anyways, I think I have plan. Get them on the hangar.”
Let this be a lesson learned; do not wake kids up in the middle of their nap. They will scream, cry, and throw themselves on the ground repeatedly. Just as your toddlers are doing so now. The two baby girls were babbling nonsense in Sovokian and Russian. Bruce has come close to losing his shit about ten times. Sam and Bucky were shoving each other back and forth claiming they were in each other’s ‘bubble’. Tony had a sassy remark for everything and you were close to committing child abuse. Clint, God bless Clint, was dosing off every five seconds and has fallen over a dozen of times. Thor was grumpier than ever because he didn’t get his post nap time snack, causing lightning and thunder to boom chaotically through the sky. Peter was crying so loudly you were about to start crying yourself. And Steve. Sweet baby angel Steve. Yeah, he’s lost his shit too. That’s how you all knew you fucked up.
“Okay everyone! Stay put!” Scott ordered.
“NO!” Steve yelled. “I WANNA KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON!”
“YEAH!”
“Oh my fucking-just please, get them back.” You begged.
“What? Was baby paradise cut short?” Rhodey mocked.
“They’re a nightmare,” You muttered.
Scott began to flip a couple switches on the power box. The buzz of the hangar filled the room.
“Commencing ‘bring back the normal Avengers’ in 3, 2, 1.”
A large zap of electricity whizzed through the air.
“Returning in 5, 4, 3, 2,1.”
With a boom, your normal teammates were dropped upon the hangar. No one said a word. Everyone just stared at each other blankly before breaking out into an argument.
“You bludgeoned me with his hammer!” “You were flirting with my girl!” “Why the fuck did you throw that ball at me, you dumb ass pigeon?” “You threw it back at me so much harder, what the fuck!” “You farted on me!” “Sorry! Babies are gassy!” “Parker wouldn’t stop fucking crying!” “Hey Y/N can you make us pancakes?!”
“I’m going to bed,” You grumbled.
Steve had joined you shortly, wrapping his thick arms around you tightly.
“You did good, honey,” He praised. “It’s not easy taking care of ten babies,”
You tiredy nuzzled your face into his chest, your eyes heavy and stinging with fatigue.
“I don’t know how I did it. You were really needy.” You sighed.
The man behind you chuckled and placed a trail of kisses fron your ears to your cheeks and to your lips. “I’m always needy when it comes to you.”
“You’d make a good little mama.” He said shyly. His hands found their way to your hips. A small, timid smile etched on to his handsome face as he stared down at you with sparkles in his eyes.
“Maybe we can have one. What do ya say, doll?”
Never in a million years did you think you’d have to take care of your teammates because they were turned into children. Never in a million years did you think the ending would turn out like this.
“Maybe we can, Captain.”
One of the best comfort fics ever! It's just cuteness overload all the way. Where can I get a baby blue eyed supersoldier? Asking for a 'friend'.
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A LLAMA?! HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!!!
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