Everything is fuzzy
Tony stared at his the doctors silently. There had been a slight miscalculation at what they where fighting and now he, Bruce and Natasha had been compromised.
They where all children.
Ok, not children. Natasha was around five, Bruce was three and Tony well, they where struggling to pin point his age because of his height and nourishment. They'd been poking and prodding him for almost an hour and where continuing to try and poke at the arch reactor. It had thankfully shrunk down with his body but he was getting more and more frustrated. Another hand reached towards the reactor and he slapped it away. "No!" He grunts out, the doctors huff angrily. The doors suddenly opened and Tony spotted Steve, he shrunk back a bit at the sight. The accords had been fixed to Steve and the teams specifics but that didn't mean Tony was 100% happy with the team, he still remembered the beating he and Bucky gave him.
"I think that's enough." Steve's voice held no room for argument and the doctors immediately backed off. Tony watched them, suddenly wishing they argued as the man in front of him approached. "How old is he?" Steve asks, hands reaching out to take him. Tony did the first thing that came to mind and screamed loudly making the soldier flinch a bit.
"We've estimated to around 18 months sir." A doctor says over the screams of Tony, who gets louder any time Steve puts his hands near him. Steve looks at Tony like a kicked puppy before picking up the screaming baby and walking towards the exit.
"Any information send it to me." He says bouncing the boy a bit to calm him down. Tony just shouted louder and Steve flinched again at the sound. He spotted Clint who was currently chatting with Natasha and Bruce.
"Clint." He calls and the archer looks over. Eyes wide and walks over and takes Tony in his hands and hushes him gently.
"Shhh it's ok. The docs are gone Tony" Clint mumbles to him, Tony clings tighter to him and just sobs into the mans chest. Clint tsks looking to Steve. "He's exhausted Cap. Look at this, an hour of being prodded by doctors after a 3 hour fight? He's probably ready to crash. What did they say his age was?" Clint asked, Tony tried to convey that no he wasn't a sleepy baby but the bouncing was making him tired.
"They said 18 months." Steve's voice says softly and Clint rolls his eyes.
"Great." He mutters and sways with the tot. "Grab the other two. We need to get to a store ASAP and grab some supplies." He mutters, Tony tried to get his words out to ask what he meant but all he managed was annoying baby babble. The last thing he remembered was being hushed gently till he fell asleep.
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Tony woke up to arguing. He didn't know what was going on but something cold was on his head and running over his forehead in a relaxing rhythm. Tony listened to the arguments, keeping his eyes closed.
"I'm not wearin' it!" A child's voice shouts, a groan follows it.
"Bruce. Please, it's only a pull-up. It's a precaution. You know kids your age are starting potty training or in the middle of it." That sounded like Clint. "And Natasha. It's just a shirt and trousers. I know you don't like pink but it's all we could grab for now. Just wait till Steve gets home with more clothes and I promise you that we'll burn the shirt." He sounded desperate.
"That's-I'm an adult Clint! I don't need pull-ups!" Clint's sigh is heard and a low whimper from Bruce had Tony piece together that Clint had managed to get him into the pull ups. Clint's voice echo's through the room. "Put the clothes on ok? Bucky. Hand me the babe. He probably needs a change" Tony almost wanted to ask who the baby was when he felt hands tightening on him. "Bucky. I know he's cute and tiny but if that engineer wakes up screaming you're going to drop him" Clint says seriously and Tony's heart stops at the realisation he was being held by one of the men that almost killed him. An incredibly loud wail scraped through his throat and he felt the hand around him tighten more. "Told you." He said simply and he felt a new pair of hands take him.
"Why is Tony yelling so much?" Natasha's voice asks, it was a bit high pitched and held a serious Russian accent. Tony could feel Clint bouncing him a bit and hushing him.
"It's ok Tony, just a bad dream." Clint mumbles to him and he feels the man turn. "It's what kids Tony's age do when they're scared, tired, hungry or wet. They cry. He can talk but he's probably really reallytired still and most likely had a nightmare." Clint said softly and he heard Natasha scoff.
"I'm not a child. Do not talk down to me." She mumbles. "And who says he is not crying because the two men that left him battered and bruised walked into the room?" She asks and Tony feels Clint stiffen. "Let me rephrase that. Tony is surrounded by a team of people who walked out on him, not only that he also has to worry about Scarlet Witch. We know she is dis...disliking on Tony." She grunts out and Bucky sighs in annoyance.
"The tiny spider has a point." He breaths out, Tony had stopped wailing now but he was still sobbing quietly into Clint's shoulder. "If anything. We should keep him away from the witch. She has already stated before her dislike for him and would be thrilled to leave the babe with nightmares. She is not a nice dame." Tony perks up at the familiar speech and finally stops sobbing enough to open his eyes.
"I don't know where to though. Tony sold the tower because of the attacks and the compound houses her and the red man, Ant guy and Falcon head." He mutters. Tony lifts his head up awkwardly and sniffles.
"Cabin....Mont....Mon....Montan..." He grumbles loudly, Clint gives him a soft smile and finishes for him.
"Cabin in Montana?" He asks and Tony nods his little head and Clint coo's lightly. "Ok, I'll phone up Pepper and grab the keys from her. Bucky....think you and Steve can handle the kids until then?" He asks. Bruce and Natasha growl out angrily.
"Not kids!" Tony ignores them as Clint continues to rub and pat his back. He grunts when he feels the man move his hand to his butt. Tony blinks in surprise as he looked down at him self and blushed, He was in a light blue sleeper suite with feet and he could feel Clint padding at a diaper.
"Ok, good you're dry. Didn't want to change you again." Tony tensed at that and Clint winced. "Sorry. It's something you'll need to get used to till the doctors figure this out." He mutters. Bruce is looking up at Clint and Tony finally takes in both his and Natasha's appearance.
Bruce was standing with a slight hunch of his shoulders, his hair was a curly brown mop on his head and his large honey coloured doe eyes where staring up at him. Tony noticed his skin was slightly more tanned in this stage of his life and he had a few very light freckles covering his nose most likely from the sun he would of seen as a child, he was skinny for a kid. He was currently dressed in a pair of brown shorts and a long sleeved green shirt.
Natasha was the pinnacle of annoyed child. She had shoulder length red hair that rested on her shoulders, her already striking green eyes seemed to glow from the fringe that where shadowed by the ginger locks. She had pale skin and was also on the skinny side. Apparently some idiot who brought the clothes thought it was ok to put her in a pink shirt with 'flower power' written on it and a pair of trousers. She looked thankful not to be in a dress.
Tony let out a weak whimper as Bucky came into view, the man was a lot more intimidating now that he was this small but his face was soft and he looked ready to scoop Tony out of Clint's arms in a moments notice. Instead he lifted Bruce up and placed him on his hip.
"I can handle children. Be quick" He says to Clint, holding his human arm out for the boy. Tony clung to Clint with all his might but still ended up in Bucky's arms. "Back in an hour tops. Just keep them on the plane." Clint left soon after that.
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Wanda was laughing about the mess. "So they'll bring Stark here yes? The baby finally looking his age." She growls out, red sparks flowing from her hands. Sam looked over at her from his cup of coffee.
"I don't think they'll bring them here. Not...with certain people." He stopped him self, wanting to live to see tomorrow. Himself, Scott and the original members of the team minus Steve weren't the biggest fans of Wanda and a lot of the time had to deal with the after math when she went after Tony. The amount of times he'd walked in to find Tony having a panic attack over something that didn't happen, a red glow in his eyes was enough to make him sick. No. Sam didn't like Wanda. But Steve wanted her to stay.
"They will. Else Steve will worry that we'll think were being excluded or he doesn't trust us." Scott's voice mutters. "They might not stay but They'll visit at some point" He sighs out, looking over the report. "I can't believe some fucking scientist had managed to turn two of the smartest men in the world and a super spy into children." He was annoyed.
"Steve trusts me. I do not know about you two" Wanda says casually and Sam has to bite his tongue. Turning to Scott he smiles stiffly.
"Ok Ant Boy. Lets go for a run." He drags Scott out side and places a call. "Yeah. Clint, if you bring them to the compound at all during this, make sure Wanda's not here." He tells him of all the shit Wanda's been talking and sighs. "See you later." He hangs up.
"So?" Scott asks softly. Sam looks at him with a groan.
"You're staying with me in DC until this gets sorted, He doesn't like the way Wanda's sounding and thinks she might turn on us if Tony isn't around." He mutters. "Wish Thor was here, he'd just smack her back a few pegs" He mutters and Scott chuckles.
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They'd finally made it to the cabin. The other's had gasped at the sight of it and Tony just stared at them in silence. It wasn't that impressive.
Just a two story log cabin with a porch and 6 bed rooms, a front room, a kitchen, study, library and massive windows. Ok he can admit that the view was amazing, the cabin was sitting a few feet away from a lake that spread about a mile and there was no other cabins in sight. Tony owned at least 4 miles of the land surrounding it and it was fenced off to stop people from walking in.
Tony was also painfully aware of the fact that the drive there had been in a brand new family style mini van. He'd spent the trip in a car seat, Bruce and Natasha in booster seats. He'd also been informed that 3 of the rooms had been renovated to suite their needs and made to their specific likes. Tony wasn't looking forward to seeing it. They'd arrived around ten pm. They where all exhausted and Tony could admit he'd just look at his room another day. For now all he wanted to do was sleep and that's what he did.
Too bad no one told him that he'd be relieving his worst nightmares for the night.