Getting the ducklings together

This was the worst day of my life, here I was sobbing loudly into Nick fucking Fury like an idiot as he held me and hushed me, trying to get me to calm down and all I could do was sob.

What happened?

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It was another mission. Another mission where I'd gone and fucked up. Steve was mad at me, Bruce was mad at me (Not hulk mad but mad), Clint and Natasha kept sharing looks with each other and Agent?....well...Agent kept giving me looks like he knew something.

It sounds stupid but I think he knows.

What could he know?

Well....I'm a little. I know, I know. 'Why's that such a big deal?' well Little's are seen as weak and in need of constant care. I wasn't weak and I sure as hell did not need to be cared for. Nope. No way. Nu-uh.

So back to what was going on and how I fucked up the mission. I'd been shooting a few Hydra agents down, hadn't been paying attention when Steve told me to move away. Didn't see his shield flying towards me till the last second and shot it across the field, that left Steve wide open for an attack and he was hit pretty bad. Not only that apparently the shield had hit a computer with almost all of the information we needed. Clint got distracted by the sparks and got shot in the shoulder, Nat had to drag him out and Bruce...well Bruce hulked out from shock.

It was a massive fuck up, I got two members of the team injured and I could feel myself slipping. Bucky was the one to stop me from flying home, I remember that much. I remember getting out of my suit tot make sure Steve was ok only to feel a pair of arms hook around my stomach and hoist me up. I remember turning and seeing Bucky looking thunderous. He didn't say a word as he dragged me off to the jet. He was the one to drag me through the halls of S.H.I.E.L.D and leave me in Fury's office. If he wasn't so protective I wouldn't be here.

"What the fuck do you think you were doing Stark?!" Fury's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, I took note of the vein in his neck bouncing angrily. "Do you have any idea how much data we lost because you just had to ignore orders? I'm sure you felt happy seeing Steve hurt like that too right? Thinking that just because you're not a caregiver or a little means that if anyone gets hurt it's not on you? Well news flash it's all on you!" I had to look away as he yelled, trying not to listen to his words. "Oh can't even face it Stark? What's the matter? The truth too much?" He grabbed my chin and forced my head up. Shit I was losing control. "Well? Talk Stark!" He orders Say something! Say something! Say something! A loud piercing sound echoed through the room and Fury froze, his eye widening as he stared at me. Where was that sound coming from? Why did it sound so scared? Why was my face-oh no.

I was wailing, crying like a little over being yelled at by Nick fucking Fury. Why couldn't I stop? Why did I keep crying even when he let go of my chin. I moved my hands to my face in an attempt to stop it, for some reason thinking if there was no evidence of my break that Fury would suddenly forget it. Obviously that didn't happen. 

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That's how I got here, almost as soon as my hands raised to my face to get rid of my tears I felt strong arms wrap around me and I was being pulled to the floor. "Shit, why didn't you-Tony." He whispers out, holding me close as I sobbed messily into his shirt. "Tony, come on. It's ok." He mumbles, holding me tighter and god this was one of the best hugs I had in a while.

Why'd I have to be a little?

Why couldn't I hide it better?

What if-

"There we go, calm down now." Fury's voice was grounding me and I could feel my self taking hold of my head-space. I was still hiccupping and Fury seemed to know I just needed to be held. "Can you tell me why you didn't tell us about being a little Tony?" Fury whispers, I just hiccup a little, I was feeling...Small. I didn't want to talk. I think he understood that. "Too small to talk?" He whispers and I nod. "That's ok. When you feel like talking you can tell me what was going through your head when you tried to hide your classification. Can you show me on your fingers how old you feel right now." He whispers and I hesitate. I felt young, probably around 19-20 months old but there was no way to show that on fingers, I started to squirm trying to think of ways to show him that without talking. "Is it not in years?" He asks, I look up. His eye held nothing but compassion and comfort as he looked down at me, a small knowing smile on his face.

I nod.

"Well that's ok. Are you above a year?" He asks, his eyes looking me over. I nod again. "Over two?" he tries and I shake my head. "14 months?" He tries and I point upwards and he nods this time. "18?" He asks and I decide to agree with that one. He smiles a bit. "Well then we need to get you dressed into something a bit more fitting ok?" He says standing up and lifting me onto his hip. I stiffen, struggling instantly. "Tony, I know that you have your reasons for hiding this side of you but it's not healthy. The team needs to be made aware of this, you can't just hide it from them. You're very lucky you aren't my little else I'd spank you for hiding this for so long." He scolds a little and I feel my face heat up, hiding it into his shoulder and giving a small whine.

He gives a low chuckle and I hear the door open but we hadn't moved. "Fury I-" Agent's voice echoed through the room, I tensed glancing at the door to see him standing in the doorway, a look of anger soon switching to concern and understanding. "Oh Tony." Agent whispers, he moves towards me and my face immediately slammed into Nick's side again. A whimper escaping me as I felt Agent's hand brush down my back. "Do you need anything?" He asks and at first I thought he was talking to me but then realised he was talking to Nick.

When had I started referring to him as Nick?

"I need a diaper that'll fit him and some outside clothes. We want to get him back to the tower as soon as possible. I'd also really appreciate some new clothes as well seeing as some one made a mess." Nick says, I scrunch my eyebrows shifting to look up at him only to pause at the damp feeling between my legs.

Oh god.

Nick bounced me a little and spoke in hushed whispers as I felt my self move. We were walking through the halls, god I could never come back to S.H.I.E.L.D again. I felt Nick rub my back as he walked through the halls. "Nick, I have the requested items" Phil's voice echo's loudly through the hall. Phil? What happened to agent? I hear another door open and I realise we'd walked straight into the medical wing and into the 'little changing area' I immediately struggled from his hold, my feet landing on the cold tiles only to have him holding my arms still.

"Tony, hey it's ok. Tony, look at me." He tries soothing me. It was working. I glanced up, I could feel the tears in my eyes as his face blurred. "I get you're scared but I need to make sure you're protected. No one will say anything and if they do I'll personally find the deepest, darkest, coldest base and shove them into a hole there." He promises, I sniffle giving a small giggle at the thought. I see him smile a bit and feel him tug at my shirt. "Can you lift your arms up for me?" He asks and I jerkingly nodded my head, lifting my arms above my head. The shirt came off quickly and I moved my hands to cover the arc reactor, feeling un-sure suddenly about standing in front of Nick without any protection. "I'm not going to touch it Tony, I promise. I'm going to put you on the changing table now ok?" He says gently, I nod again.

Why am I so willing to let him do this?

I felt his arms hook under my armpits and I was suddenly laid flat on my back on something soft and plastic. I squirm a little and take a look around the room. Phil wasn't with us anymore, the room was white and had a few wall stickers of random animals and toys decorating it. Around five changing tables sat in the room, a few Potty's and a door that led to a large bath was all I could see. I felt a tug. Nick was pulling my pants and boxers down and I felt panic rise in my body, I couldn't do this. I wasn't little. I didn't need this, I-

I wanted this.

"Hey little guy, no need to cry" Nick's voice spoke softly as he reached up and wiped another load of tears from my face, I was down to my boxers now. "We're almost done then we can get you home and into bed for a bit. I bet you're real tired right now huh?" I gave a small nod, the fuzziness of head space clawing at my being as Nick gently pulled my boxers away. He pulled out some baby wipes and started to clean me up, it was cold. "I know, I know. Not nice" He mumbles and I realise I'd been squirming from the touch. He pulled some baby powder out next and sprayed some on me, maneuvering my genitals here and there and making sure I was fully covered, I almost sneezed from the smell. He lifted my legs up a little and slid a diaper under my butt, it was soft.

Almost like a cloud.

He pulled it up and taped me into it, a soft smile on his lips as he patted the front. "There we go. All protected." He mumbles, he places me down on the floor. "Can you stand for me whilst I get you dressed?" I nodded again, talking honestly felt like it would take way too much energy right now. I watched him go to a pile of clothes and pull out a white vest with a snap crotch, I frowned at it but didn't say anything as he pulled it over my head, he directed my arms and snapped it into place. It felt weird wearing something like that with a diaper on, not a bad weird though. Nick pulled out a grey fox sweater and popped it over my head. "It's cold outside right now, Fall isn't the warmest season." He mutters, ruffling my hair, I flushed red and moved back a bit from the hand but Nick didn't notice. Guess I was too quick. Nick soon turned around with a pair of plain navy blue sweat pants and held them in front of me. "Can you climb into these?" He asks softly, watching me with a curious glance. I guess he was making sure I wasn't getting any younger. I go to lift my leg up only to find my self completely off balance. Thankfully before I even fell Nick had his hands on my waist holding me up. "Ok, we'll do this bit on the table." He says with a chuckle, lifting me back onto the table he's quick to slide the trousers up my legs and past my diaper. I flushed, squirming a little as I realised how childish this outfit looked. Nick didn't care though as he pulled out what looked to be Hulk socks. They looked really cool and fluffy and as soon as they were on my feet I was proven correct. Nick didn't say much else as he lifted me up again and placed me on the floor. "Ok, I need to change for a moment so can you stay right here? No ones coming in without my say so ok?" He promises, I take a moment before nodding.

He leaves the room and I look around again. The room felt cold, it was weird and smelled like chemicals and it was quiet. I shivered a little and felt tears in my eyes as I looked around for Nick. My adult brain was telling me he'd only been gone for five minutes but my little side was making it seem like it had been five hours.

God I was a needy little. Who'd want a baby like me?

"Tony?" Nick's voice echo's through the bare room and he approaches me, he looks almost the same except his trousers are dark blue now instead of black. "Oh I'm sorry did I take too long?" He asks lifting me up again, I just give a sob and cling to his side. Crying quietly and holding on tightly to the man in front of me. I was scared that if I let go he'd leave again. why was I being so needy. "I've got you, it's ok." He mumbles, we're walking again. I don't know where too but I know we're moving and the chemical smell is just getting stronger, I could feel my eyes drooping, god I was tired. "Phil. Can you hold him whilst I speak to the Avengers." Nick's voice snaps me out of my almost asleep state and I feel hands on my sides, I give a disgruntled whine and try to keep a hold of Nick. "Tony, it's ok. I'll be right back ok?" He whispers, I look up at him and his eye softens a little. "I promise." He says again. I take a moment before letting go, Phil pulls me close and holds me to his chest. He's sat down so I'm in his lap right now. "Give me five to ten minutes to talk to them, then I'll call you in. He's around 18 months to 19 months right now but I'd say he's slipping a little lower because he was being silly and not letting himself be little." His tone was stern but I could hear the affection within it, I just give a huff. My head staying buried in Phil's shirt. A door opens behind us and closes, Phil rubs my back.

"Hey Tones." He whispers gently, my eyes were so heavy that it felt like a fight to keep them open enough to look at him. "Oh you're so sleepy, I'm sorry" He whispers, hand still rubbing gently wide circles into my back he smiles down at me. "Can you stay awake just a little longer, the others will want to see you. I bet Clint and Natasha are going to spoil you rotten when they see how little you are." He coo's at me. I give a gently whine, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep. It was almost like they waited for me to start to drift off when he stood up. My eyes opened again, eyelids like led I turned awkwardly to see Nick standing in the doorway.

"Hey little guy, ready to come say hi?" He says gently, walking over. Phil handed me over to Nick and I gave another yawn and tried to bury my head into his shoulder. I just wanted to sleep. "Oh, my sleepy little engineer, we'll say hello and then we can all head back to the tower for a much needed rest." He promises again, rubbing my back. Phil pushes something against my lips and I sleepily look to see him standing beside Nick and trying to pop a pacifier in my mouth. I grumble, taking it quietly and sucking on it before moving my head back into Nick's shoulder.

We moved into the room.

"You weren't kidding." Clint's voice echo's through the silence of the room. "Oh you defiantly weren't kidding, how'd we not notice this? How'd we not notice-" He grunts loudly and I hear him grumble quietly under his breath. My eyes were getting so heavy. God I was tired.

"Tony, hey detka." Natasha's voice says softly, I jump realizing she is standing right next to me. "Can I hold you Detka?" She asks gently, running her fingers through my hair. I give a hard suck on the pacifier and nod my head a bit. I felt Nick hand me over to her and I felt her rub my back. She was soft and although she smelt like sweat she also smelt of lavender and roses. I almost melted at the scent and clung to her shirt tightly. "Oh malen'kiy" She whispers. "You're so little" I feel her sit down on something soft, I assume it's a bed. Steve's voice speaks up beside us.

"Hey Tony, I'm ok see!" He holds his arms up to show he was fine, Steve was in little space as well and he seemed way to eager to prove he was ok. He pulled on my jumper a little and grinned. "We can go home soon!" He almost shouts and Bucky chuckles from across the room.

"Steve inside voice please." He says gently, I just rub my eyes, finding my self too tired for all of this. I just wanted to sleep. I felt my self moved, again and I finally let out a loud piercing whine. Burying my head deep into Natasha's shoulder, I just wanted to sleep.

"Sorry Detka, we're just moving to the car, you can sleep there" She promises, I just give a small whine, holding tightly onto her as we moved. I suppose it was a thing to see, the Avengers moving through the hall, two littles in their presence. I notice we're in the car-park now and I can see Nick's car as well as Natasha's and Bucky's car. All three had car seats for littles, I squirmed as I was set in a black and blue seat and clipped in.

A small whine escaping me as Natasha moved back. "Oh, Malen'kiy it's ok. You'll be out of there in minutes I promise." She kisses my head and moves back, closing the door. I look out the window to see Bucky putting Steve in his seat and started to drive back to the tower. Nat soon got into her car after she finished talking to Phil and Nick, both of whom kept glancing back at me in the car, Phil even waved a little as he caught me staring. I flushed red and squirmed in the chair, becoming bored with the constant waiting. I didn't stay alone for long as Nick and Phil soon climbed in and we left towards the tower, Phil kept talking about something to Nick but I was so tired I finally fell asleep.

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When my eyes opened I found my self surrounded by bars, I bolted up almost immediately and looked around in a shocked and scared haze. It took me a second to realise I was in a crib and not just any crib I was in Steve's nursery for when he was feeling very little. I was shocked, unsure what to do and where I was falling for head-space I stood on my legs wobbly and attempted to open the crib. I grumble angrily as I realise two things.

1. I made this crib so only someone outside could open it.
2. It was finger-print locked and my finger-print was probably removed from it.

I gave a deep groan and rested my head on the bars, I was quickly coming out of little space and was becoming more aware of the wet diaper between my legs, I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as I shifted and looked around. The window told me it was pretty late as it was dark outside. I gave a deep groan. "Fuck sake." I mutter, attempting to climb over the bars, grunting in annoyance as I tried to climb over.

"What do you think you're doing?" A voice breaks through my small grunts and attempts, I freeze glancing up to see Bucky leaning on the door with a raised eyebrow and his arms crossed across his chest. "I better not be seeing a certain little boy trying to climb over the crib." He warns, I felt my self tense and I was starting to get annoyed with my body acting like this.

"I.." I try to get my words out but Bucky just strolls over and lifts me out of the crib like it was nothing. He chuckles softly as I stutter a bit. "I-I-Big!" I try to explain and he nods.

"Yeah, I can see you're teetering a bit there." He comments, placing me on his hip for a moment, his flesh hand squeezing the diaper. "Oh baby, your soaked" He mumbles and I grunt, squirming in his hold.

"Bu-Bucky!" I growl a little, trying to get down as he carried me to the rooms changing table. "I'm not little and-" He popped the pacifier in my mouth as he pulled the trousers down.

"Don't. Tony, you're a little and you might not be little right now it's who you are. We aren't going to push you about why you hid it but you're not going to hide it any longer, am I understood?" I glare up at him but squeak as he removes the pacifier again. "Tony." He says sternly and I grumble a small 'yeah'. He smiles a bit. "Good, lets get you ready for the day" He pops the pacifier back in my mouth, he changes my diaper again and leaves the trousers off. I give a small grunt. "It's warm Tony, besides you've been very grumpy with your trousers for the last few hours and just because you're feeling big right now don't think I don't know your teetering on little space." He explains and I feel heat rush to my face. Who was he to tell me about my head-space? I frowned, banging my fist on his chest with a huff and all he did was chuckle.

"Are you teasing him Bucky?" Nick's voice echo'd through the room and I almost immedatly melted at the sound. "The poor guy only just woke up and you're here giving him the stern act, that's my job." He says defensively, taking me into his arms he looks me over. "Oh I see, you're feeling bigger now aren't you?" He questions and with a nod of my head he sets his jaw. "Alright, Bucky out. Me and Tony need to talk about some things." I felt my heart stop at the sudden 'Fury-ness' that came around Nick and I suddenly wished I was in my head-space now as I watched Bucky leave. "Pacifier out for this Anthony I want a proper conversation with you." I stiffened, I hadn't heard my full name from Fury in years, I complied out of instinct.

This wasn't Nick Fury director of shield or Nick Fury 'Daddy of littles', this was 'Business Fury' and you did not argue with him. "You want to explain to me why you felt it was ok to hide your classification?" He asks, I felt my face flush and I looked away. Nick didn't agree with that and his hand caught my chin, making me look into his eye.

"Answer me Anthony Stark." He orders. I felt my body shiver and I have to fight tears back.

"I-I..." I knew why I did it. I knew it was a stupid reason but it was a reason none the less. They'd proven it wrong in just the short time they knew me but it was my reason. "No one would want a little like me." I finally crack out, repeating the words Obi had used constantly before the whole 'suit stealing' business. I watched Nick's eyes widen and he opens his mouth and closed it again. I'd usually pride my self in making Nick open and close his mouth like a gasping fish but I honestly felt horrible. "No one wants a little that can't control them selves. A little with no emotional control. People want a little who is big most of the time not little." I whisper, repeating word for word Obi's lecture. I'd heard it from Howard too, when I came home with questions about caregivers and littles he'd get so mad about it. "No one would want me so why let them know?" I finally say, Nick lets go of my chin and he rubs his head for a moment, I think it's done. He'll let me go back to being my normal self and drop the little- He's hugging me.

"Anthony Edward Stark you are literally breaking my heart." He mutters stroking my hair, I feel my self melt under the touch. "We're going to talk about this more later for now we need to talk about caregivers." He lets go and I almost whine at the lack of touch. I watch him and realize he's placed me on my butt on the floor. He slides down and pulls out a flimsy file and places it in front of me. I look at him confused.

"It's a contract. One that says you agree to us being your caregivers." He says smiling a little at my confusion. "Us?" I mutter, he glances up at me and points at the paper.

'COL Contract

The little that is currently being looked into being brought into care is one Anthony Edward Stark. The little will be falling under the care of:

At this time this caregiver (Or caregivers) have a total of 1 little(s) under their care, this little is called Steven Grant Rogers. The little in question agrees to the care from the caregivers and will be allowed to vocalise the wish of other littles joining their caregivers care as well as the current little in their care.'

I felt my eyes tear up as I look it over, wanting to sign it right away but I knew there was more to read. My eyes scan over the next few pages and I spot what I'm looking for, the punishments.

'Anthony Edward Stark agrees to the punishments listed below -

• Time out
• Lines
• Spanking
• Earlier Bed-time
• Removal of TV time.'

I fidgeted at the spanking rule, a glance at Nick told me he knew were I was looking. He was smirking knowingly and ruffles my hair, I grunt a little in annoyance. "The rules are just below that, but don't worry you won't be punished for something you did outside of contract" He mumbles and that makes me feel relieved. "You'll also have say in the rules though they will be the same as Steve's with a few added ones for your benefit. " He says calmly. I glance at him again, staring down at the paper. A single thought rushing through my head. Repeating over and over again.

Someone wants me!

Someone wants me!

Someone wants me!

Before I knew it Nick had me back in his arms, rocking from side to side slightly as I sobbed into his shoulder. "Tony, hey come on, I know you're confused-" He pauses "Can you tell me your head-space? If you're too little to sign it right now that's fine but I need you to express that and that I'm ok to help you." He says quickly, I was in my normal head-space. I knew this from the lack of fuzziness but I was also so comfortable in his arms. I take a deep breath.

"I'm big..." I mutter and as he starts to move back my hands latch on a little, my face blushing as I feel him look down at me. "Just...don't let go....Please" I whisper the last word but I know he heard me as he held me tighter. "...I'll sign it but please...just...lemme sit here for a bit" I mumble, he agrees. Holding me and slightly rocking me. It's nice. I soon read the rules with a deep sigh.

'The little will also obey the staple rules in which are stated below -

• Be little at least four days a week.
• When feeling little tell one of the caregivers.
• Don't fight little space.
• If you're uncomfortable about something say so.
• Bath time every night before bed.
• Dinner is 6:30pm Use your manners.
• Please, thank-you etc.
• If you want more little time just ask.
• No throwing things (Except at Bad guys.)
• Don't hold back your feelings.
• Express your feelings - Cry if you wish, laugh if you want.
• Play with other littles nicely.
• Share with others
• Don't try to avoid wearing Diapers/Pull-ups.

Rules made specifically for Anthony Edward Stark.

• No going down in the lab when little - if in lab and drops into little space tell someone.
• Bedtime is at 9:00pm.
• Naptimes are to be enforced when little - time unspecified until Routine is sorted.'

Not long after that I finally sign the contract. "Right now I think it's time for an late dinner then back to bed." He says, I glance up at him blushing a bit.

"I...I don't need to sleep" I mumble, hearing him snort and feeling him lift me. I know it was useless arguing so I just excepted him carrying me out the room and towards the kitchen. It was silent when we entered and I realised that no one was in there.

"The others are all asleep right now Tony." He explains. "It's pretty late right now." He mumbles placing me in a highchair.

"H-Hey..." I whine as he clips me into it and pops the tray onto the chair. "Noo..." I whimper kicking my legs a little. Nick all but ignores me as he starts pulling a few things out of the cupboards. "Ni-Fury." I whine again, I think he caught on I wasn't feeling 100% in big head-space and was more in little head-space.

"Oh no little one, you're staying right there and eating. Then I'm putting your little padded butt back to bed." He tells me, ignoring my loud whine. It didn't take long for him to pop a plate of PB&J sandwiches onto the tray and grins at me. "I want every last bite gone from this tray. You're way too skinny." He says wagging his finger. I flush opening my mouth to complain at him, I was not skinny! I felt food popped into my mouth and glare a little. "mmmm-mmmm!" Nick hums, I glare at him but swallow in annoyance. "Isn't that nummy?" Nick coo's a bit, ready to pop another part of the sandwich in my mouth. "Come on Tony, open up nice and wide for Nick." He pushes it towards my mouth, I keep it closed glaring at him. "Tony." He says sternly, I feel my heart stutter for a moment and hold my hand up to stop him from forcing it in my mouth.

"I just need a few minutes to eat" I mumble, rubbing my chest with my spare hand, I always felt overly full thanks to the reactor, Nick seemed to stop trying to force food into my mouth but he did keep a close eye on me. It didn't take too long to eat all the food except when I looked up I realised it was long enough that Bucky had woken up to do his 'It's-almost-midnight' tower check.

It's something the caregiver in him just HAS to do, he doesn't know why but he needs to make sure that everyone is ok and in bed by a certain time. He's giving me a look that just screams 'Why-aren't-you-in-bed' and I feel my self shrink into the chair a little. Bucky, according to Bruce and Steve, is the 'Protective-Pintrest-Mom' but they call him dad because Nat's the mom apparently and that's just a whole- "Tony?" I feel a hand tap my leg and I look up in surprise. Nick's smiling at me and Bucky's giving me an almost amused look. I blink slowly looking between them when Bucky's voice calls again. "I was talking Tones. Are you off in your own little world?" He asks gently, Nick gives a yawn causing me to yawn back. Sue me yawns are contagious. "Oh I see we have a sleepy baby." He mumbles. "Nick, go sleep ok? I've got it from here." Bucky orders gently as his hand glides down to un-clip the harness that's locked me in place and lifts me into his arms. I glare a little but I know my eyes are drooping, Nick smiles kissing my head.

"Be good for Bubby ok?" He says with a snicker when Bucky growls. I giggle a little at the nickname and rest my head on Bucky's shoulder. Already feeling the food settle in my stomach. I give another loud yawn as I watch Nick head off to the elevator. "Ok little lamb lets get you into some actual pyjama's and down to sleep." Bucky mumbles, walking towards the nursery again. I give a small grunt and wiggle a little. There was no possible way I was fitting into Steve's clothes and Bruce got really sad when someone wore his clothes so I don't know what he was planning to 'dress me in' or where I was sleeping. "Oh Lamby." He mutters and why the heck is he calling me lamb?! "You'll be sleeping in Steve's nursery, he's feeling pretty big right now and your room will be done by tomorrow." He mumbles and I grunt not to happy with that. "I brought a pair of flannel pyjama's for you so you'll be super warm and comfy." He tells me, I didn't realise I was back in Steve's nursery until I was laid on the changing matt. It finally occurs to me that I'm still wearing the clothes from S.H.I.E.L.D and they just smell of chemical's and gunpowder.

"M not wet" I mumble, feeling him check the diaper anyways. I was wrong and he nodded his head as he got to work changing me, stripping me of my clothes and talking.

"You know, you really scared Nick earlier. He thought something really wrong had happened-Don't get me wrong little man, lying about being little is very wrong-but he thought you were injured too and he almost had a heart attack." He tells me, pulling a soft shirt over my naked chest. I almost melt. "Well don't you worry now you little monster, we know what's wrong now so next time you start to cry like that we'll know you just need a nap." He teases, I was too tired to really argue as I felt a pair of trousers pulled over the diaper and something rubbery pressed against my lips. "You're just so sleepy right now little guy." He mumbles, I realise he's got me in his arms and is walking around. "Just my sleepy little guy" He says again as my eyes slide closed. The last thing I hear before crashing out is another whisper from him.

"Just our sleepy little engineer."