Getting the ducklings together

Scott was many things.

Smart? Yes.

But one thing that Scott would deny to the day he died was that he wasn't a little. Except you know...he is. He hated it with his being. In his mind being Little was worse than being dead. He knew he was little, he checked all the boxes.

Impulsive. 

There was more but he knew he fell in the child or toddler section and he honestly wasn't ready to admit it, even though he was classified as little he had managed to hack in and change his classification to 'Neutral'. It helped that he managed to learn how to hide his little attributes around people.

Too bad someone caught him.

******

Scott's P.O.V

I was busy.

That was my excuse to missing another team meeting. In reality I was anything but busy, I was sat on the sofa at my apartment watching TV and snacking on pop-corn.

Then my phone went off.

I stared at it as it vibrated and blasted the generic ringtone, I could see Sam's ID pop up and I sighed loudly. Willing the call to end I give a sigh as it finished. "Thank god-" The phone started again and I groaned. Ignoring it again I turn the TV up and eat my pop-corn. Another call echo's from the mobile and I grumble, still ignoring it. A text pops up on the screen.

Falcon-prick : Pick your phone up Scott. I snort deciding to text back.

Ant-God : Nah, busy man. An immediate response and I decide to just keep responding out of boredom.

Falcon-Prick : I swear to Christ Scott, pick up you fucking phone.

Ant-God : Nah, I'm soooo busy. Being super productive right now. Maybe I'll pick up next month or something.

Falcon-Prick : I will come down and talk to you personally then you little shit.

Ant-God : Can't sorry. Not home. Try another day.

Falcon-Prick : You better pick up the fucking phone or when I get there you will have a sore ass.

Ant-God : So scared.

I smirk to my self turning off my phone, I got the last word in so he can suck it. Laying back on the sofa I give a small yawn. Another thing tacking onto the Little classification was that I needed to nap through out the day. Giving a loud yawn I stretch and flop onto my side with a grumble and watch the TV. Slowly drifting off to sleep.

******

I felt tapping on my fore-head. 

I groan, rolling onto my side and burying my face into the sofa. The tapping continues and slowly goes to my cheek. "Noooooo" I whine lowly and curl, putting my back to who-ever was poking me. A swat landed on my butt, my eyes snap open and I twist to try and get away but arms like vices hold me down.

"Do you have any idea how much trouble your in Scott?" Sam's voice rings out and I groan, turning my head tiredly at him. "You didn't answer your phone, what if it was an emergency and-" I give a low whine at the lecture and he cuts off. His eyes widening. "Bucky, let go." He orders and the arms release, I immedatly back up to the side of the sofa, ramming my self between the arm and the cushion. Everything was so fuzzy and I felt like either crying and holding onto Sam and asking for forgiveness.

Oh crap I was in little space.

Panic took hold and it felt like I was sitting in ice as I watched Bucky and Sam having a silent conversation with their eyes, I tried to breath in but it sounded more like a wheeze than anything else and both men stopped. "Scott..." Sam starts moving towards me, I try moving back forgetting where I was sat and give another low whimper. Bucky stops Sam quietly.

"Hey Scott. Can you take a nice deep breath for me?" He asks me staying at the other end of the sofa with Sam. I gulp and try only to wheeze again.

When did breathing get so hard?

"One more time big guy, come on." He mumbles, demonstrating for me. "Bet you can do it too." He coaxes and soon I'm able to start taking deep breaths. He smiles at me. "There we go." He mumbles.

"Scott can you tell us how old your feeling?" Sam asks and I frown, looking at my toes trying to decide where I was falling before holding up four separate fingers. "Wow, that's so big!" He says gently, I blush a little. "Can you tell me why you didn't tell us why your little?" He asks gently and I look at my toes with a grumble. "Louder please Scott." He coaxes and I groan.

"Not little." I grumble a little, sucking my thumb a little. "I'm neutral." I debate and Bucky snorts.

"And I'm a 5'2 blonde boy with so many illnesses and asthma that getting out of bed down right kills me." Bucky mutters, walking over. "Scott you literally threw a temper-tantrum because Sam wanted you to pick up the phone." He says walking over towards me and lifting my chin to look at him. "You really can't tell me you're not little." He says sternly, I dart my eyes away from him. I sniffle, moving back into the sofa and out of his grasp, that doesn't stop him from kneeling down in front of my and resting his arms on my knees.

"Not." I mumble again and I can see Sam fighting a smile off his face whilst Bucky sighs, shaking his head, Sam decides to talk.

"Do you realise that if the government knew you were little you wouldn't have gone to jail-you'd of gone to somewhere to help you and-" He stats and I cut him off.

"Exactly!" I snap. "Different punishments just cause can't...can't.." I tap my head awkwardly. "Could kill someone and I'd get sent to rehab instead of actually punished. Don't actually get nothing and-and-" I cut my self over and slam my fist into the arm of the sofa. Bucky's watching me, calculating each move I make.

"You don't want to be treated differently." Bucky says softly.

"I don't want to be treated differently or-or held 'bove others." I comment and Bucky looks to Sam silently before looking back at me.

"Why do you feel like that?" Sam asks and I try to look away from them but one of Bucky's hands have snatched my chin. "Scott." Sam says sternly and I give a low whine before finally giving in.

"Got in trouble after classified with 'nother kid who was neutral, we just...just played prank on the teacher-made her room bright pink an' we got caught an-an' then he got expelled whilst I only got a warning cause I was lil. Wasn't fair." I whimper out, not realizing that Bucky let go of my chin and had started wiping tears off my face. "Weren't 'loud to see each other 'gain." I sniffle.

"Oh kiddo." Sam says gently. "Where gonna get you to the tower ok?" He asks and I shake my head no. "Scott, I can't leave you here. Not when your little." He whispers and I snap my head to him, Bucky gives a grunt as his hands follows my face.

"No!" I yell in annoyance, Bucky tsks a little.

"Scott, come on man. You literally just woke from a nap and-....oh are you sleepy is that the problem?" Sam asks and I growl, how dare he talk down to me like that-Like napping is going to make me more compliant?, Bucky sighs loudly.

"Sam. Shut up and go wait in the car. You're gonna piss him off." Bucky warns and sends a pointed finger towards the door. "Go." He tells the other man who grumbles and shuffles out the room. Once he was gone he turned back to me. "Ok kiddo, look at me." I whine lowly and look at him. "Not little." I mumble and Bucky sighs deeply. "You're coming with me and Sam to the tower because you are little. I know you don't like that about your self but you need to understand that it's ok." He tells me, rubbing my knee.

"No." I mumble, shaking my head with a sniffle. Bucky wasn't having it. "D-Don't wanna Bucky, Sam'll make fun." I mutter and Bucky frowns.

"He even tries and trust me he'll be getting a warmed ass." He promises with a chuckle, I give a small giggle. "Now can you come with us? I promise that it really is just for the best." He says gently and I look him over, a frown on my face.

"No car-seats." I mutter and Bucky opens his mouth to argue. "I don't like to be confined." I mutter and Bucky's face goes soft in understanding.

"I have a booster seat in the car, it's not like a car seat. It's like sitting on a cushion" He promises, I gulp and look away and down at my toes.

"Don't wanna." I mumble and Bucky laughs a little. "Well it's either a booster seat or my lap and I'm sure the booster seat is more comfy." Bucky promises, I squirm a bit. "I promise its only a ten minute drive." He looks me in my eyes, I look away and close then. Nodding my head slightly he lets out a small chuckle. "Ok kiddo, lets get you in the car." He comments standing up and leading me to the car.

I hope it doesn't last long.

******

I pull my hand a little in Bucky's grasp as he leads me into the elevator, Sam's gone off to collect a 'Doctor Pard' so Bucky was taking me up stairs. Apparently Peter and Tony where up-stairs having 'little-time' too and Clint wanted help, I look at my toes as the elevator travels up. "You ok Scott?" He asks softly and I shrug a little. "Nervous?" He tries. Another shrug. "...You been little around other littles?" He asks and I shake my head no. "Well I can promise that Tony and Peter are real sweet. They're a bit younger than you but I promise you that you'll have tones of fun, specially when Steve and Bruce join." He says chuckling and I look up tilting my head.

"How do ya know they'll be up later?" I ask tilting my head to the side, Bucky grins at me.

"We have a schedule set up. Monday's, Wednesday's, Saturdays and Sunday's are mandatory little days though Peter has to be little in the evenings because of school." He pauses and when I go to ask another question he's already talking. "They have the right to ask for more little time when they want or need it and Peter's got a right to miss school if he's too little to attend - they send the work over." I nod a little.

"Didn't he skip loads of school last year though?" I ask and Bucky grins a bit.

"That's the fun part, we talked to the school and explained that last year he was developing his little side, missing days because he was way to little to come in but hadn't realised that was what was going on. They let it slide and even cleared up his record a bit so it's all good now." He says calmly and I frown a bit.

"So he got away with skippin' louds of school when a normal student-" Bucky cuts me off from my rant with a look and then talks him self.

"No. He didn't 'get away' with it. He had dentitions to go to make up for all the missed work and even had to prove that the missed days hadn't affected his work or grades. Just because they now have a reason and an understanding on why he misses school it doesn't mean he's getting away with it. Think of it like when Alpha's and Omega's go through heat and rut, they miss school as well. The only ones who don't get to miss school for time off are Beta's and Neutral's." Bucky mutters and I look at my toes. "I know you think it's not fair or equal but what you need to understand is that what if Peter was in school and slipped into little space? He'd be a distraction. He'd have to be separated from his peers." He pauses. "Would you rather have-" The Elevator dings before he can finish and I look up, its an empty floor.

"Thought you said it was the common floor." I mumble and Bucky chuckles.

"I had Friday take us up to my floor for a moment to continue our discussion." He mutters, leading me out. "That and I need to get you bathed and dressed. You're filthy." He tells me before leading me to the sofa and sitting me down. "So lets chat first." He says and I grumble.

"Separating Peter doesn't sound that bad, he'd still be learnin'" I comment and Bucky rolls his eyes.

"No he wouldn't. Scott, when your little you have a smaller attention span and the younger your head space the less likely you are to pay attention." He pauses. "Lemme tell you stuff from when I was a kid ok? About how much better it is to be little now than when me and him where kids." He tells me and I frown. "Fine but not gonna change my mind." I say stubbornly, he rolls his eyes. "When me and Stevie were kids we'd have to walk past this institute. It was called 'Brooklyn's School for Littles' but it was defiantly an institute. If your kid was a little you'd send them there to be taught how to 'behave properly'. In reality it was teaching them to repress their little sides, to ignore it. They messed with their brains a lot. Now you think 'What about caregivers? Wouldn't they be up-set their littles didn't wanna be littles?' That's the find Scott, if you were a caregiver you were taught to repress your own needs to help them be little, they'd use shock therapy and a whole loud of other stuff to teach us. Now, there's pushes to bring these 'School's' back and lord knows that people who do actual research on it are fighting against it. But let me ask you, would you want to see Peter being punished for being little and happy? Your daughter if she classifies as little? Getting shit for being herself. You gotta see the pro's and con's." He tells me calmly and I frown a little.

"Guess I get it." I mutter and Bucky nods, a smile on his face.

"Can you stay here whilst I go run you a bath?" He asks gently looking me in my eyes and I nod a little. What was with Bucky and looking in my eyes? "Good!" He says standing up straight and turning on the TV. "Friday, keep an eye on the little monster and parent lock on it please." He calls, leaving the room. The tv soon changes to 'Finding Nemo', I glare a bit at his retreating form.

"Friday, put on Special victims unit." I say with a grumble, but a padlock appears on the front of the tv screen whilst the movie pauses.

"I'm sorry Scott, 'Law and Order - Special victims unit' is on my list of parent locked shows. It is not suitable for littles to watch." Friday's voice rings above me before resuming the movie. I frown and grumble.

"Put on Bones?" I ask and again the lock appears.

"I'm afraid 'Bones' is also on my parent lock list, it is not suitable for littles to watch." She chimes and I groan loudly as she once again resumes the movie.

"Then what about...Sherlock?" I ask with a huff, another lock appears on the screen and I groan loudly. "Oh come on!" I yell.

"I'm very sorry Scott, 'Sherlock' is on my parent lock list. It is not suitable for littles to watch. You have used all three of your attempts to break the parent lock list and I will be contacting Bucky about this as this is a breech of rules." Her voice is stern and I want to cry in frustration.

"That's not fair Friday! I didn't even know I had tries and-and-" I cut off in a huff, stamping my foot. "I just wanted to watch somethin' else you could'a told me what I could and couldn't watch-" I start lecturing when I feel a hand land on my shoulder, causing me to jump a little.

"Scott, calm down. You'll hurt the dolls feelings" Bucky's voice says gently, turning me towards him he looks me in the eyes. "Now you want to tell me what this is about?" He asks gently, I glare at him a bit and huff.

"I wanted to watch something else-something that wasn't y'know Disney or Pixar and I wanted to watch one of my normal shows but she kept putting the parent lock on saying that wasn't 'loud and then said she was gonna get you cause I was breakin' the rules or something but I didn't know that and-and-and-" I feel his thumb brush over my cheek and I could feel my self get even more upset over the fact I was crying about it.

"It's ok, You didn't know. I'll go through the list with you later ok?" He asks gently and I sniffle trying to wipe my own eyes. "How about a nice warm bath, something to eat and a nap. I think we can leave seeing Tony and Peter to another day ok?" He asks gently, I give a low sniffle and nod my head.

"Kay..." I sniffle, he nods smiling a little.

"Want to be carried or hold my hand?" He whispers and I look at my toes before reaching my hands up for him to carry me. I don't pay attention to his face as he chuckles and lifts me up into his arms, I give a low whimper as he moves towards the bathroom, he chuckles louder and I all but slam my head into his shoulder with a groan one thought in my head. This is going to be the end of me.

******

I have never wanted to run away and hide as much as I do right now. I'm standing in nothing but a pull-up and Bucky's holding a pair of shorts and a red shirt, a grin on his face. I glare at him a bit as he approaches me. "Come on, you'll be real happy when your not standing all exposed." He promises, I give a low whine and he just chuckles at me. "Scott, you can't go runnin' about all naked. I bet you don't want Sam seeing your pull-up right?" He asks and I look at my toes a little. "Right? Don't want the other adults seeing your pull-up? You'd be so embarrs-"

"Shut up!" I hiss angrily and Bucky snorts a little.

"Ok, ok. Arms up big guy." He says softly as I raise my hands above my head with a blush. "Good boy." He says gently pulling the shirt over my head and guiding my arms through the holes. "Now lets get these shorts on yeah?" He asks, holding them in front of my legs. I groan a little, resting my hands on his shoulders and stepping into them. "There we go." He says softly and pats my thighs. I groan a little and hide my face in my hands. "Oh little man you don't need to hide that face of yours." He says gently, I squeak as he lifts me up into his arms. "Lets get you down for a nap." He comments and I give a groan.

"Noooo I don't wanna nap." I complain loudly, Bucky just ignores me as he carries me into his and Steve's 'Big time' bedroom. Bucky's got a massive queen sized bed covered in a black comforter, covered in pillows and large fluffy blankets of multiple colours. I let out a small soft sound as he moved over and set me on the bed after pulling everything back.

God the beds so soft

"Look at you my sleepy little boy." He hums a little, his hand resting on my stomach. "Lets get you all tucked in and then you can sleep for as long as you need ok?" He mumbles, tucking the comforter and one of the blankets around me. He sits next to me and rubs his flesh thumb over cheek. "God Scott, I knew you looked exhausted lately..." He mutters. The last thing I hear before fully fading to black is a soft.

"What makes you so against being little?"

******

"He's what?" A voice whispers above me.

"Yeah, he's been hiding it for years. We think since just after his classification was done." Another whispers.

"Shit me, I thought he was looking drained." Voice one asks again.

"Yeah, it's no wonder he was being extra small." Voice two grunts.

"Well when he wakes I'll perform the test and set a proper age range for him. From the sounds of it he'll probably be around five to six years old maybe." A third voice mutters. I feel a hand ghost over my cheek.

"Nat." Voice one warns, oh great. Natasha's here.

"He's been asleep since ten Clint, it's five, he needs to get up." She comments, gently shaking my shoulder and I moan turning away from her into a block of flesh and warmth.

"Scott, come on kid. Time to get up." Voice two whispers and it clicks, that's Bucky so the first voice must be Clint's. I give a low whine, my hand clinging to Bucky's trousers as my face buries into him. I hear him groan softly. "Kiddo, I gotta go soon so you need to let go." Bucky comments, gently prying me. My eyes finally open and I huff as Bucky sits me up carefully. I rub my eyes with a whine.

"God Bucky, he's still tired?" Clint asks sitting next to me calmly. "Come here Scott." He mumbles, I stay firmly attached to Bucky nuzzling into his side, my eyes closing again. "Hey! Scott come on I want cuddles!" He demands reaching over for me, I glare a little and cling tighter to Bucky who's chuckling above me.

"Scott, I need to go out for an hour or so. They're just gonna keep an eye on you ok?" Bucky's voice rumbles and I just groan, Clint's hands grip my sides I give a low whine and reach for Bucky as he pulls me into his arms. "Be good ok? Only an hour." Bucky promises, rubbing my hair lightly. I give a low whine, reaching for him as he leaves towards the elevator. The soft 'Ting' tells me he's gone down.

"Hey, it's not that bad. Me you and Tash can do loads of stuff." Clint tries to cheer me up, his arms wrapped around my sides. I give a low whine shaking my head. "Come on Scott, we can watch prank videos, you love prank videos-" He starts to encourage.

"No that's you. He likes watching Fail video's of children and animals." Nat interrupts and I blush a little. Clint grumbles to him self.

"Scott, agree with me so Nat's wrong for once." Clint tries to reason with me and I snort my self, rubbing at me eyes. "Come on, I'll make it worth your while. Getcha all the smoothies you could drink." He tries, I snort a little and look at him then Nat.

"...Your both wrong. I like watching superhero fails." I comment, grinning a bit and both groan. "Clint show's up a lot on it and Steve. Do you know how many times he's been hit in the head by that shield?" I ask in shock, Nat smirks a little and Clint grumbles.

"Bullying me here god." Clint says raising his arms off of me with a huff, I snort a little. "Oh laugh all you want Scott, you're not getting a single smoothie from me ever again and-" I roll my eyes ignoring him and reaching to Nat who just grins at me and pulls me away from Clint. "Hey! I was getting cuddles!" He argues, I grin nuzzling into Nat quietly.

"Shut it Barton, he's mine now." She says casually. "Now, lets move on to the front room." Nat says and I will admit I squeak when she lifts me up with ease. I always forget how strong caregivers are, no matter how small and weak they look, it's like Alpha's and their ungodly strength - comes out of no where really.

God I'm over-thinking.

She takes me over to the front room and turns on the TV and immedatly puts on 'Avenger-Fails' I watch silently, sucked in immedatly.

******

3rd Person P.O.V

Natasha and Clint shared a look as Scott watched the TV, both sharing a look before moving into the kitchen. Clint ran a hand over his face with a sigh. "Nat, did you see him?" Clint whispers softly. He was shaking in rage as he gripped his hair with one of his hands. "He's slipping so fast and hard and he doesn't even understand how crazy it is for him to have lied like this for so long-He was sent to jail with criminals Nat...He was shoved into a prison filled with Alpha's, beta's, caregivers and Neutrals. We've known him for over-over a year and we didn't notice let alone the police-how didn't we notice how-"

"Clint." Natasha hisses out. "Shut up. We'll figure it out, Bucky's literally just down stairs getting the others to agree about taking him in. We'll get this sorted-fix what's happened in the past and make his future better." She says gently and smiles a bit.

"Hey! That's Phil's line!" Clint says laughing a little and nudging her. "Dang girl, look at you being all expressive." He mutters. He goes quiet and sighs. "So any news on what's going on with that investigation?" He asks and Nat sighs loudly, sitting down on the side.

"We found evidence that yes there was an incident at school involving him and another boy, but we found another incident that happened in college." She pauses taking a deep breath. "As you know, Caregivers have a specific way of dealing with littles, turning them to jelly. We don't know what really happened but Scott was found bound, gagged and diapered in the middle of a cabin, he'd been left there for days. He was in little space the whole time, he wouldn't tell the police anything-wouldn't even tell them his name, took his mother showing up and identifying him. One thing was certain, a caregiver had given him an order to stay quiet and not breath a word, you know what happens when we command something-littles can't break it." She finishes sighing. "He's been hurt and we only found this file by digging deep. He deleted so much from his file Clint, not just his classification." She mutters. Silence engulfs them before Clint tries to lighten the mood.

"On the bright side, Thor's due to come on down next week. Before Christmas isn't that great? He's getting tested so maybe we'll have a second giant blonde little?" Clint jokes a bit, Nat chuckles.

"God help us." She mutters smiling. Both heads turn to the front room where loud, happy laughs echo around the room.

The two caregivers fall into silence once again, drinking in the sound of a happy little.

******

Scott's P.O.V

So tests suck.

This 'Dr Leo Pard' guy just took so long to talk about it and then it only took an hour to complete. He took so long adding up my score though and in the end he decided I fell between four to five years old but could easily drop to three. Bucky was now back with Sam, holding a large contract in front of me. I wince seeing it and groan seeing it. "You gotta read it Scott." Bucky chuckles, I groan louder sinking in the bean bag I was sat on.

"Noooooo" I groan more and I can see Sam smirking a little. "Stop it." I growl out, Bucky snorts.

"Give it a read Scott, please? It's just to tell you what rules you have and who's gonna look after you, as well as who's already in our care. Can you do that for me?" Bucky asks gently. I moan a little and sigh, taking the sheets with an upset huff. Yes, before you ask. I'm out of little space, I just hate reading contracts. I sigh one more time before reading.

'COL Contract

The little that is currently being looked into being brought into care is one Scott Lang. 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 4 littles under their care, these Littles are Steven Grant Rodgers, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker and Anthony Edward Stark, all of which agree to Scott Lang 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.

Scott Lang agrees to the punishments listed below -

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

• 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 Scott Lang -

• Bed-time is 9:30pm
• One nap a day.
• If you need the toilet when little ask an adult.
• No going Ant-Man when little.

Scott Lang allows amendments to be added to this contract as time proceeds.'

I pout reading some of the rules, giving a small huff. "I don't wanna go bed at 9:30, I stay up late all the time-I won't even be tired." I argue and both men share a look, one that says they've heard this argument enough times.

"Trust me Scott, you'll be tired by bed time. Trust me." Sam says calmly. I grunt and look away.

"What about the toilet thing?" I ask softly and I hear Bucky sigh him self.

"When your little you'll have the emotional control and bodily control of a child. Scott, you're gonna have accidents in little space as well as in normal head space. It's going to happen, but at least when your little we can make sure you get to the toilet fast ok?" Bucky reasons, I digest this information before sighing heavily and signing the paper.

I guess it's time to start my new life.