Bruce
I stare up at Clint's face as he smiled down at me, his hands gently caressing my stomach lightly as I squirm under him, giving light giggles as he does so. The diaper sat snugly on my hips and I was a blushing and giggling mess.
How did I get here you ask?
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A quick back round on what happened before I was dragged off to be classified. When I was 15, I was meant to go in to be classified then but my dad obviously didn't want that to happen. So I had to suck it up and live with it because like hell was I disobeying him.
Skip ahead to my mid twenties and after the hulk thing happened a lot of classifiers kept attempting to just classify me as an Alpha, I gave up trying to get properly classified until I joined the Avengers.
Fury took one look at my profile, looked at me and laughed.
He wasn't vicious about it or anything but he turned the screen towards me and showed me the last classification results I'd had. Written in big writing was just 'Alpha' and he made it clear there wasn't really any way I was one.
Hulk, sure. Me? Not a chance.
Phil and Fury started to look for a classifier that wouldn't just decide I was an Alpha or dominant. When Phil had found out that was what was going on he'd located each one of the classifiers and had them reviewed for jumping to conclusions. It went without saying that they all lost their Classifier licence. Through out this time Bucky joined the team, along with Sam. Two caregivers. About six or so months after locating Bucky he came down and all but kidnapped Steve up to his floor for hiding his classification. Steve was a little.
Steve Rogers - Captain America - was a little, how crazy was that?
Then four months after that during a mission Steve gets hurt and at first everyone was blaming Tony for it (We found out later on that it wasn't his fault really the data wasn't even stored at that compound and Steve hadn't given him enough warning.) But Fury started to chew him out and Tony Stark was the second little to be found on the team. Tony won't admit it out of little space but baby him is incredibly attached to Nick and Bucky and the two know it. Any time he's misbehaving they bring it up. One quote from Bucky being - 'just the other day they were changing on of Tony's smelly diapers and he was all giggles and rainbows, now he's all grumpy clouds and grumbles. Maybe a nice long cuddle with get those rainbows back?' and then proceeds to all but tackle the man and drag him to the couch for hugs till Tony relents. It was honestly such a shock to find out that two of the most vocal and loud members of the team are littles that I almost forgot about my own classification test coming up soon.
Almost.
I only remembered because any time I walked into a room with any of the caregivers they'd all almost immedatly ask if I was 'excited' about finding out about my classification test this month. And each time I'd respond with a casual 'sure' before scurrying off into the labs again to hide away. I was excited, don't get me wrong but I was nervous.
Leading up to the test Sam got called out to run emergency therapy meetings as well as a few missions so he leaves with a small grumble, I don't hear what it said but it sounded very much like 'Of course I missed the first two being little around us the first time, I'll miss it again for the third' but I was probably wrong.
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And now here we are, prepping for my classification, It didn't take a genius to know I'd classify as a little either, I had all the signs, a few being -
- I was small in stature.
- Would have constant accidents and needed to pay close attention to my bladder.
- Would become very emotional when something small went wrong.
- Need a constant routine.
- I had help from all the caregivers when I forgot something like eating or going to bed on time.
Many other signs pointed to this fact and it was just a matter of being classified, so on the day of my classification imagine my surprise to see Clint waiting with a middle aged man on the towers common room floor instead of Fury or Phil coming to collect me to take me to S.H.I.E.L.D. Clint smile at me and walked over.
"Hey Bruce, Meet Dr. Pard. He'll be classifying you today, he's real nice and even helps out a lot of S.H.I.E.L.D with any classification problems they have." He says gently. Dr. Pard, when I took him in, was a middle aged man with short blonde hair that was clearly going grey, he had brown eyes and was probably around 6'1-6'2 and was clearly a man who cared about his health. Everything about him screamed Alpha and I backed up a little into Clint. Dr. Pard smiles and sits on one of the arm chairs in the common area's front room. "I promise he's nice and I won't leave your side." Clint whispers, I glance at Clint's eyes and nod ever so slightly. If Clint was vouching for him he had to be good right? I give a deep sigh and shuffle over to the opposite arch-chair, which was a good 8 feet away from this Dr. Pard.
"Hi.." I whisper, unsure what to do as he just smiles at me.
"Hello Bruce. It's nice to meet you, as you heard from Clint over there I'm Dr. Pard but I'd be happy to let you call me Leo." He says with a smile. Leo Pard? Like leopard? Where his parents into puns or something? "My parents had a warped sense of humour yes. Even got me a Leopard Gecko for my 10th birthday and called him Cresty" He says with a chuckle, I giggle a little. Ok that's kind of funny, don't judge me.
"...So what do you want to do?" I ask unsure, usually at 'Classification' meetings the person would just look at me, my history and be like 'Yep Alpha.' and as we covered. Totally not an Alpha. Leo looks at me with a soft smile, was I talking and not realising it? No...I've never been prone to doing that so what-
"Well, I'm pretty sure that just by saying you that I can confidently say you're a little so I don't think we'll need to take your blood for that will we?" He asks gently, shaking my head quickly I blush. "Good, then we can move on to seeing your age range. It's changed over the years as many people used to find that it was either way to high to fit with their head space or their head space was placed too low." He comments, pulling a bag and placing it on the table he smiles. "So lets start with pictures. I'm gonna give you two to three options on pieces of card and you need to choose one. Just point to it, you don't need to explain or anything ok?" He asks, I nod awkwardly and the test begins like this.
He pulls out two cards, One has a teddy bear one has a game-boy, he places them on the table. - I choose the Teddy bear, because it looks soft and I think the games would be to aggravating for me.
He then pulls out three cards and places them on the table. These choices were a Bottle, a sippy cup or a normal cup. I choose the sippy cup but explain that it was between that and the bottle. Leo just smiles and continues his notes.
Choice three involved three pictures of beds. A cot, a bed with rails and a normal bed. I chose the one with rails. It went on like this for about 10 minutes before all of those choices were made and then he handed me a piece of papers with questions on it. Just looking at the first question made me whine.
'Do you wet the bed?
Yes
No
Sometimes (Specify)'
I really didn't like this questionnaire but filled it out anyways, my blush getting worse and worse as I answered. It took me about twenty minutes to get through that and then the man was adding up everything. I look to Clint quietly, kind of wanting to be held by him. Leo stands up and comes over to me. "Ok little guy, I have your results here. Can you see what I wrote right here?" He says pointing to the piece of Paper on his clip-board. I read it silently.
'Little in question - Bruce Banner.
Picture test mentality test results - Toddler
Questionnaire mentality test results - Toddler/Infant
Results reveal that Bruce Banner is a toddler with infant tendencies. This means that he will most likely fall between the ages of which are 3 years to 4 years in head-space. If you feel like this test has not properly placed you, you can retake the test in six months time.'
I look up at him quietly and he just crouches down in front of me. "Do you understand what that means Bruce?" He asks softly and I blink as realisation hits me.
"...You're a caregiver?" I mumble, Leo snorts a little from surprise and chuckles, Clint gives a loud laugh and rubs my head gently.
"He meant about what's on the paper Bruce." He comments and I blush a bit. "But yeah, Leo's a caregiver. Guy's pretty tall for one right?" He mumbles, sitting on the arm of the chair with a smile. His hand stays rested in my hair and he's gently carding through it. I nod a little and give a sheepish smile.
"S...Sorry...yeah I...I understand. You think I'll be....be a toddler?" I ask gently, he nods a little. "Does this mean I'll have to wear diapers all the time or is it pull-ups?" I ask, kind of hoping I didn't need diapers. But apparently that wasn't how the world worked.
"No Brucie, I'm sorry big guy. You wouldn't be constantly four or above you'd fall below it." Clint says gently, I grumble sitting back in the chair with a huff and cross my arms. "Aww I'm sorry Brucie bear. Can you say thank you to Leo for helping with today so I can get you dressed?" He asks me and I glance up at him. Leo smiles gently at me and holds his hand out to me, I grasp it gently.
"T-thank you for helping me Leo." I mumble, he smiles at me gently and shakes my hand with a chuckle.
"No problem Bruce. You have a good life." He says letting go of my hand. "I might see you around if you ever visit Shield." He promises and I smile gently. I watch him leave through the elevator then glance up to Clint. The Archer, all though he was trying to hide it, was ecstatic about my classification.
"Clint?" I mumble, his eyes glance down to me and that 'I'm-trying-to-not-be-an-excited-puppy-look' is replaced with an excited puppy look. "Is...will the others be home tonight?" I mumble gently, Clint smiles at me gently.
"Natasha will be home tonight but the others all have some business to take care of, until then it's just me and you." He says getting off the sofa. "So until then you get a nice comfy diaper, some nice warm clothes and a day with me." He grins at me, I blush a little and nod my head.
"...Is the diaper negotiable because I don't wanna wear one...like at all..." I almost beg, Clint gets this smile on his face that just screams 'You're-being-cute' and I honestly want to stomp my feet at this.
"I'm afraid diapers are non-negotiable kiddo, now up we get to get ready for the day." Clint comments and lifts me up onto his hip. "So as you know it took us a few days to get Steve and Tony's nursery ready for them. Yours will take a few days too so for now you'll be sharing with Steve because you are close to his age." He comments walking towards the elevator. I squirm in his hold. "We'll get you padded, then you can look over the contract if that's ok? We talked to everyone already about you signing it so it's all up to you now." He says gently. I just blush and look down quietly, I wanted to sign it but at the same time it made it more real.
Oh god I've finally been classified.
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That's how I got here. Laying on Steve's changing table with Clint diapering me and trying to keep me somewhat calm. He wouldn't give me more details on the COL Contract but he was doing his best to make sure I was comfortable. I squirmed under his dancing fingers as he traced my ribs, doing my best not to laugh. "Ok big guy." Clint says lifting me off the table in just a shirt and diaper, he sets me on a blue chair from Steve's 'Tea-party set' that was clearly used regularly by the other little. A glance at the table in front of me and then back at Clint. "Give it a read kiddo." He says casually tapping the paper. "I want you to read it before you sign it." He says calmly.
'COL Contract,
The little that is currently being looked into being brought into care is one Bruce Banner. The little will be falling under the care of
- Natasha Romanov
- Bucky Barnes
- Nick Fury
- Phil Coulson
- Clint Barton
- Sam Wilson
At this time this caregiver (Or caregivers) have a total of 2 littles under their care, these littles are Anthony Edward Stark and Steven Grant Rodgers, both of which have agreed to Bruce Banner joining the family. 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.
Bruce Banner agrees to the punishments listed below -
- Time out
- Lines
- Earlier Bed-time
- Removal of TV time.
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 Bruce Banner -
- Bed time is 9:30 Pm
- One nap a day (Time yet to be decided)
- No hiding away when up-set, come to one of the caregivers.
- No lab time when little.
Bruce Banner allows amendments to be added to this contract as time proceeds.'
I pause glancing up at Clint with confusion. "...How come mine doesn't have spankings on the punishment list?" I ask softly. Clint gives a small, sad smile.
"Because you've explained to us about what your child-hood was like and spankings would not be beneficial to you, if anything I think it'd make you naughtier." He says gently, I agreed but I didn't want to let it go.
"...What if I did something that was in need of a spanking?" I ask gently, Clint smiles gently and takes my hand in his.
"Kiddo, if you truly deserve a spanking we can draw up a Temporary agreement of punishment contract that'll give us to punish you in such a way only once. But you won't be deciding if you deserve a spanking for anything you do. That's up to us ok?" He says gently, I nod a little and pick up the pen with my other hand. I nod a little.
"Can't I have a later bedtime? I'm older than Steve mentally and-and-" Clint chuckles gently and rubs my head with a knowing smile.
"Kiddo, there is no way I'm letting you stay up later than 9:30, that's already so late." He says gently and I whine loudly, I wanted to stay up later.
"W-what about no naps? C-Cause I don't need them and I totally do-" Clint had this soft smile on his face as he chuckles.
"We'll see how you go for a few days with a nap, if you truly don't need it we can strike the rule." He promises. I pout a little but do finally agree and sign the paper. Clint seemed to be waiting just for that because as soon as I finished signing he lifted me straight back onto his hip. "Ok kiddo, it's pretty hot today so no pants." Clint comments wondering on over and out of the room. "You and me are going to go play on my floor because Nat went out on a spending spree in hopes of you being little and lets just say we have Alot of toys for a certain little boy." Clint comments, walking through Bucky and Steve's floor towards the elevator. I spot a few paintings that were clearly done by big Steve and then ones that were done by little Steve. There was toys all over the place and Clint was clearly attempting not to step on any of them. I squirmed awkwardly as he shifted from side to side, wanting to stand. Clint doesn't seem to notice.
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It didn't take long to get up to his floor and my eyes almost fell out of my head.
The front room was covered in a soft plush looking purple carpet, large brown sofa's lined the room as well as bean bags and what looks like grips to climb the wall and that led to the vents. (You could tell this was Clint's floor), not only that but the floor was littered with toys that clearly ranged from young infant littles to child littles. I looked around from my perch on Clint's hip and almost jump when he sets me down on the floor. "Go play whilst I go about getting some food sorted for you." He comments going through the door. I watch him leave and look down at my self. Processing everything that's happened in one day.
I'm sat on Clint's floor, surrounded by toys and in a very large and absorbent diaper (Because Steve apparently leaks easily) and on top of that I was currently hearing Clint move about in the kitchen.
With a quick glance about I slowly place my hand on the diaper and squeeze it in confusion. It felt weird, but safe. Deciding that wasn't really worth my time I wondered over towards the TV and looked for the remotes. "You ok there little man?" Clint's voice catches me off guard and I almost trip turning around to see him. He was looking amused as he leant on the doorframe of the kitchen, holding what looked like a plate of cheese on crackers. I awkwardly point to the TV and he seems to catch on to what I wanted. "Well I don't know Bruce, what could possibly be more exciting then these toys?" Clint asks wondering in and lifting up a very soft looking teddy from the floor. "Looks cool huh?" He asks smiling handing me the teddy. I blush feeling the teddy in my arms and hug it a little.
"...Can watch tv still?" I ask unsure if he'd say yes or no, I hold the teddy close to me as he smiles at me. Placing the plate onto the small table in front of the tv before pulling out a remote from seemingly nowhere.
"What you wanna watch Brucie?" He asks sitting on the floor and patting the space next to him. I shuffle over and sit with him and look at the tv, I wasn't sure what to watch was the problem.
"U...Urm.." I pause looking at everything and pause seeing Bugs life. "That one!" I say excitedly pointing at the screen, Clint chuckles a little.
"You mean....This one?" He grins moving onto 'Snow White'. I shake my head giggling. "No? then...This one?" He rests over the fox and the hound. Another giggle and a head shake. "Oh I know you want to watch a documentary!" He teases, his hand tickling my side and I squirm almost immedatly.
"N-NOoooo" I whine, squirming under his attacking fingers, his face holding a smirk as he watches me wither.
"ok, ok.." He finishes, popping on Bug's life. I almost immedatly stop moving about and watch the TV quietly.
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I don't know how long we spent watching tv but we did manage to make it through four other movies before the elevator dinged. I didn't notice as I tried to watch Robin hood, even when Clint moved in front of me and tried to pick me up I dodged to the side. He gave a low chuckle and I don't hear what he said above me as he disappears behind the sofa. I was pretty happy at being allowed to watch the tv until fingers - much too thin to be Clint's - traced over the back of my neck, causing me to jump. Turning around I blush seeing Natasha smiling down at me from her spot on the sofa. "Hey Bruce, enjoying the movie?" She asks gently, I flushed darkly.
"...Yeah-huh" I mumble, pointing to the tv. "Fox is cool" I mutter quietly, Nat just smiled at me and lifted me onto her lap as the TV continued to play. I lean into her tiredly, a small yawn escaping me.
"You like foxes?" She asks gently, running her fingers through my hair. I give a small nod, yawning a little. "Well we're going to pause this because you need to Nap and you defiantly need a change." She comments, I blink in surprise. No way did I need to nap or need a change, she was joking- She shifted me and I felt the wetness hit my skin.
Oh god.
"Clint, how come you didn't change him whilst I was away? That was four hours ago you know-" She starts to lecture and Clint stupidly cuts her off. You never cut Natasha off.
"I-I know Nat but-" He pauses giving her an apologetic look. "He was so entranced and any attempt I made to even move him had him give me low whines and tearful eyes. He's worse than Tony is with those doe eyes!" Clint points at me with a grin. Nat glances down at me and I blush a bit more.
"Were you being silly for Clint?" She teases a little, ignoring Clint's complaints as she carries me into what I'm assuming is Clint's room. On the bed sat a blue plastic changing matt and another load of diapers and other supplies. I give a low whine. "Hush, it's ok. It'll only be for a few minutes" She promises, I give a grumble not too happy with this.
"Gotta wear Steve's diaper?" I mumble quietly, Natasha pauses for a moment and smiles lightly.
"I'm sorry baby, just for now. Tomorrow we'll be getting you some diapers that are just for you." She promises, poking my belly and causing me to giggle a little. "Oh, you're ticklish?" She asks me and before I can respond she's going after my sides. I give a loud squeal.
"NoOo!" I laugh out, trying to escape her fingers as they danced across my stomach and sides. I manage to get away from her and flush red, Nat just giggles.
"Ok, ok. Come here Detka so I can get you all clean." She comments, pulling me towards her. I blush letting her drag me across the room. She makes sure to get every inch of me cleaned as she goes around my lower half with a wet-wipe and soon sprinkles powder onto me. I squirmed under her as she pulled the diaper between my legs and fastened it. I give a low whine as she laid me on the bed.
"Nooo" I whine out, not wanting to sleep no matter how heavy my eyes felt. Nat seemed to know what I was planning anyways as she pushes me back down onto the bed. "Nat-Noo" I try to get up again but she gave me her warning look, causing me to grumble.
"Don't get all grumbly with me little man, your tired and getting cranky and I don't think you realise how sleepy you are." She comments, a second voice echo's into the room before I have a chance to argue.
"Bruce, you just spent 3 weeks all but refusing to sleep. You've got like...Friday, how many hours of sleep did the big guy get?" Clint's voice filters through the room before the AI happily chimes in.
"Dr. Banner has rested for a total of 14 hours in the last 3 weeks." Clint and Natasha both me a look that clearly screamed how upset they were at this news.
"You're having a nap." Natasha says sternly, I squirm under her stare. "I mean it little man. It's nap time" She pokes my nose and I give a small yawn and grumble as she pulls the blanket up and under my chin. I pout up at her as she also pulls out her phone. "I'm going to play some music for you to sleep with ok?" She mumbles. My eyes were already drooping as I heard the soft piano music filter through the phone. "We'll see you in two hours Detka" She mumbles, kissing my forehead. I feel a second kiss on my head and crack my eye open enough to see Clint and her retreating out of the room. I soon close by my eyes and fall into a deep sleep.
I feel strangely relaxed and at peace for the first time in my life and I don't ever want it to stop.