Chapter 2
Phil's P.O.V
I managed to get Tony to calm down after a few hours. He'd been crying most of the time and had only just managed to settle when I dragged him into the family bed-room. It was out-fitted for all ten of us - well nine of us now that Tony was as young as he was - it was covered in pillowed and blankets and it was filled with everyone's things. It was like the moment we got into that room he instantly started to calm, enough so that I was able to dress him in some new Pj's that Natasha had brought not too long ago. The flannel shirt swamped the boy as we shuffled onto the bed and under the covers - attached to my side like a small koala - and soon crashed out.
Now I was damage controlling the situation.
I'd sent Melinda and Hill on the case of Jackson Matthews.
And then I had to contact the team and get a nice little update that lead to even more stress. The new issue?
Clint's now sat on the heli-carrier not as the thirty-six year old but as a sixteen year old with a very sore ass. From what I had gathered the idiot had decided to go into the lab area without any back up and got hit with the same crap Tony got hit with originally.
So now we have two children to look after.
Giving a deep sigh I place my papers down on the bed-side table and gently brushed my fingers through the sleeping boys head and chuckle as he gives a low whine and stretched before burrowing into my side more. "I bet you'd deny even cuddling me if you where awake" I chuckle to myself a little as I settle back and start working through some emails on my laptop.
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Tony's P.O.V
"...Just left him alone?" a voice mumbled from behind.
"Yeah. The guy let him bolt out the tower in the midst..." The voice infront of me started to rumble on. I give a low whine and burrow into the warmth in front of me - earning a lot of low chuckles from around me as well as a coo from somewhere behind me.
"Awe Tony did we wake you?" Pepper's voice coo's out - bringing me out of my half awake daze, I squinted my eyes open and pout at the sight of Phil infront of me.
"You're wearin' a suit in bed.." I grumble out and that earns me more chuckles and a small rub on the back from someone. "Who ever's touchin' me I'm gonna...gonna..." I yawn loudly and squirm out of the covers to realise it was Nat rubbing my back. She gave me a soft smile.
"Mornin' sleepy head." She reaches up and ruffles my hair as I pull back, taking in everyone in the room. "Clint and Bucky are out right now. They'll be up in a little bit" She lets me know.
"Is he okay?" I mumble, rubbing at my eyes as I sit up fully now. Nat hums a little and the group all share a conspiring look for a brief moment before looking back to me.
"What? What's happened? Why are you guys looking at each other?" I ask and I guess I sound a little panicked because Phil's got his hand on my right shoulder and telling me to breath.
"Alright, heres the deal. There was a slight mishap on the mission-" I look at him in shock but he holds his hand up to stop me talking, so I let him finish. "He's fine all things considered but Clint's been hit with the same stuff you got hit with. He's currently being dealt with by Bucky but he's sitting at around sixteen years old." He tells me and thats a little shocking to hear. A glance around the room and it seemed everyone was holding their breath waiting for my reaction which it was a little insane except well...I have been crying constantly and needed help from the team-the family.
"So like....he gets shot with the same crap as me and he gets to be older still?" I ask outloud, a frown on my face. "That seems kind of bullshit." I tell them, getting a laugh from Sam over in the corner.
"He's taller than you too" He tells me, I place a hand to my heart and stare around the room.
"Actually upsetting. How dare he, he's not allowed to be taller than me." I tell them and I can see some of them cracking smiles. Phil even chuckles as he rubs a hand on my back.
"That being said we will be editing the rules over time once we get our footing under us so we know what you guys both need. But one rule has been permantly edited." Phil tells me, looking serious. "As of now, if at any point one of the family can't stay with you whilst the team is on a mission you and Clint will be coming to Shield with me or sitting in on meetings with Pepper. No more out-side babysitters" He tells me, making my mouth open a little - ignoring me as I attempt to argue. "This may change if we can find someone who actually listens to us but for now? For now you're going to stay with one of us." He tells me seriously. The team start agreeing and soon this small 'rule change' has sparked suggestions within the team.
And as boring as it was, I was very glad I wasn't in Clint's shoes.
Especially when he came up at dinner time and had to stand at the table instead of sitting because it 'hurt'.
This families insane but I don't think I would trade them at all.