supernanny | de-aging
She balked at the watery eyes, staring up at her, and looked over at Coulson with a terrified expression.
“You’re joking.”
Coulson smiled, bland and serene. “I assure you, I am being perfectly serious.”
Darcy looked down at the toddler clinging to her pant leg, swimming in a familiar-looking Black Sabbath t-shirt, with a small, blue glow shining through the fabric. Wide brown eyes gazed up at her, and something in her chest melted as he held his arms towards her.
“Dah! Dah!” A two-year-old Tony Stark smiled at her, gap-toothed and drooling, and Darcy wanted to both coo at him and recoil in disgust.
“See?” Coulson smirked, and Darcy wanted to smack the smug grin off his face. “Looks like he likes you already.”
“Of course he likes me, I’m – oh god, no, no, no! Tony!” She snatched the screwdriver out of his hand, just seconds off from watching the toddle stab his own eyes, and her heart sank as Tony stared at his empty hand, eyes filling with tears.
“NO, NO, NOO!” he cried, and Darcy muttered a slew of curses under her breath as Tony’s wailing rose in volume and pitch. “I WAN! I WAN!”
“What do I – Coulson?!” Darcy desperately looked at Coulson, and the bastard had the audacity to stand there and chuckle. “You watch Supernanny, help me!”
“Sorry, Miss Lewis,” Coulson said cheerfully, not even flinching when Tony’s screaming went up a notch. “I have to be going – good luck!” He slipped out the door before Darcy knew what was happening, and in a sense he was lucky – she was moments away from stabbing Coulson with the screwdriver in her hands, but settled for glaring at his retreating back.
“Hey, hey, c’mon – why don’t we want a movie?” Darcy tried, wincing when Tony didn’t even bother stopping to listen to her. “Or… tag! Let’s play tag!”
“Might I suggest taking Sir to the labs, Miss Lewis?” Jarvis suggested politely, barely audible over the screaming, and Darcy just grabbed Tony by the waist, hauling ass down the corridors to the elevators.
He was still screaming when the doors opened, and she blinked at the sight of Sam, standing there with two baby carriers strapped to his chest and back. She winced though, at the look on Sam’s face as the blonde and red heads of hair started to stir – and she sighed when two more wailing voices joined Tony’s.
“Goddamn you, Lewis,” Sam grumbled, bouncing in an effort to calm down baby Natasha and baby Steve, and Darcy scowled.
“Blame the asshole that decided that de-aging his enemies would be a good idea,” she muttered, resigning herself to hearing-aids sometime in the near future. “Because there are some things I never need to see – namely, my father’s genitalia as I change his diaper.”