Avengers Age Play One Shots [Requests]

"No! I don't want to fucking do this!" Clint shouted, kicking the back of his new Caregiver's seat, angry about being forced to sit in a baby car seat. 

"Clinton Francis Barton, stop that right now," Phil warned. "Everybody has to take the test at 18. You went two years without taking it; I made you take it when I found you because I didn't want you to go any longer without taking it, and to make sure you'd be taken care of properly. I don't have to be your Caregiver, you know? You don't have to be my responsibility. I can take you right back to S.H.I.E.L.D. and rip up the contract so you'll be somebody else's little brat; do you want me to do that?!" 

Phil is tired of this. Clint hasn't stopped screaming since he told him he was taking him to take the test. They had to give him a sedative to calm him down and force him to comply. 

"No, Sir," Clint whispered, shaking lightly. He's finally stopped screaming and kicking! Phil sighed in relief. He knows there was probably a better way to get Clint to stop, but he was getting frustrated. 

Phil sighed as he pulled into the parking lot of the closest age play store. He turned back to look at the scared little boy.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, Clint. I went too far, but you need to stop behaving like that." 

"I'm sorry," Clint whispered, hanging his head and refusing to look at Phil. "I just don't wanna be Little.... Please don't take me back there." 

"I won't. Come on, buddy, let's go get you some stuff." Phil exited the car, moving to the back in order to take Clint out of the car. 

Clint winced and turned away when Phil touched him. His father always hit him when he shouted like that. Phil probably will too! 

"Clint...." Phil frowned. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm sorry I yelled and scared you, but I won't hurt you. I'm just going to take you out of your car seat and put you in a cart so we can go shopping. Would you like to get some toys?" 

Clint's never really had many toys.... He nodded, still shaking a bit. 

Phil unbuckled Clint's car seat and lifted him out, placing him in a cart. "We're going to get you all the necessities first, and then get some toys after, okay?" 

"'Kay." Clint looked down at his lap and played with his fingers the entire time they were shopping. He shrugged and nodded every time Phil asked him something, but didn't give any verbal responses. 

"Would you like to get out of the cart and pick some toys now?" Phil asked after getting clothes, a crib, dresser, etc. 

Clint nodded, putting his arms up so he could be picked up. Once he was on his feet, he bolted for the door. Unfortunately, Phil guessed he would do something like that and he caught him, swatting his bottom hard 10 times. 

"Ow! What the fuck?! You said you wouldn't hurt me!" Clint sniffed, rubbing his butt. He pouted as Phil placed him back in the cart. 

"I'm not going to hit you for no reason or out of anger. I'm not angry at you–upset, yes, but not angry–and I had a reason. I also won't slap you or hit you with anything. If you earn it, I will spank your bottom, but you won't get anymore than 15 at a time." 

Clint grumbled and crossed his arms, crankily. "Why're you upset? I'm the one that just got spanked in the middle of the fucking store."

"Yes, and you will be spanked again if you continue to use that language. I'm upset because I thought I could trust you to not try to run away from me, but I guess I can't. You can point to anything you want now and I'll give it to you." 

Clint sighed and looked around at all the toys, pointing at toys randomly. Phil placed each one in the cart, stopping when there were 20—that should be enough for now. 

Phil pushed the cart up to the cash register to pay. Clint groaned, bored and tried to climb out of the cart to walk around. He squeaked when he felt a hard smack against his butt and he quickly turned to look at Phil, glaring at him. 

"Stay," he commanded. 

"'M not a dam-uh...dog." Clint has no doubt that he'll get spanked again if he keeps cursing. 

"I know you're not. Just sit down and stay there while I finish paying; if you're good, maybe you can have some ice cream at home." 

Clint just rolled his eyes and sat down, even though ice cream sounds amazing. He rested his elbow on the handle of the cart and his chin on top of his hand. He looked around the store, glaring at everyone who looked at him for longer than .002 seconds. Finally, he saw a pink elephant on a shelf and gasped. He wants that elephant!

"Phil! Phil!" Clint turned to his Caregiver and tugged on his sleeve. He waited until he had his attention to point at the elephant. "Can I have that, please?! Pretty pretty please?!" 

Phil looked over at the elephant and was about to say no, he has enough toys now, when he caught sight of how cute Clint looks with his big doe-eyes. And he did say please.... 

"Alright. Can I trust you to go run and grab it?" He wants to give Clint another chance; maybe he won't be such a little brat if he gets something he actually wants. 

Clint is surprised he's getting another chance, but he quickly nodded, lifting his arms. Phil lifted him out of the cart, gently patting his butt to remind him what would happen if he tried to run away again after putting him on his feet. 

Clint ran to the elephant, grabbing it off the shelf and hugging it tightly. He slowly ambled back to his Caregiver, nearly tripping over the legs of his pants. That S.H.I.E.L.D. place gave him clothes considering his old ones were dirty and covered in holes, but these ones are too big. 

Phil gently rubbed Clint's back when he got to him. "Good job, bug," he praised. "Can you give your elephant to the lady so she can ring it up?" 

Clint reluctantly handed his elephant over, worried that he wouldn't get it back. 

"Would you like me to cut the tag off this guy for you?" The cashier asked. Phil nodded, continuing to rub his hand soothingly up and down Clint's back. 

Clint hugged his elephant tightly when he got it back and didn't even fight when Phil grabbed his hand and led him back out to the car to put him in the stupid car seat. 

"What are you naming your elephant, Clint?" Phil asked. 

"Esther," Clint replied. 

Phil tried to talk more to Clint, but Clint didn't answer, preferring to cuddle Esther. He eventually fell asleep and Phil carried him inside, putting him down on the couch for his nap while he quickly assembles the crib and changing table. He'll do everything else later. 

Phil gave Clint a little wash down with some baby wipes before putting a diaper and pajamas on him. He placed him in the crib with Esther, covering him with a blanket. Hopefully Clint will continue to behave now that he got his elephant, but Phil knows that's not likely.

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Clint woke up from his nap nearly two hours later. He looked around, taking in the bars surrounding him. He shot up, breathing quickly when he thought he had been kidnapped and placed in a cage, then he sighed a breath of relief when he realized it was just a crib.

Wait....

A crib?!

Why the fuck is he in a crib?! He looked down at his new outfit: fucking light blue footed pajamas covered in dogs. He can feel something weird against his crotch and butt and...is that a diaper?! What the hell?!

He climbed out of the crib, falling on his butt. He was quick to pull the pajamas and diaper off and replace them with the sweatpants and plain black t-shirt he had been wearing before.

Phil heard movement coming from the baby monitor he had set up earlier and padded into Clint's nursery.

"Clint," Phil scolded. "Do not climb out of your crib again. You could have gotten hurt!"

"No! I don't wanna fucking do this! I'm 20-years old, not a damn baby! You can't make me do this! I'd rather go back to the circus than live here and be Little!"

Phil sucked in a breath and tried not to get angry and shout again. "Okay," he said, quietly.

"...what?" Clint wasn't expecting that. He might have been expecting another spanking, but definitely not that.

"If you really feel that way then go. I won't stop you."

Clint blinked at his...at Phil. "I-" Clint didn't finish his sentence and just reached into the crib for Esther.

"Leave the elephant." Phil is aware that might be mean because Clint wanted it so badly, but he also knows because he wanted it so badly, he'll probably come back for it.

"...bye." Clint walked to the door, turning for a second to look at Phil, then he turned back and walked out the door.

Phil sighed and plopped down on the couch.

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Clint wandered around New York for two days. He kind of regrets leaving.... He's hungry and tired and cold and he doesn't have shoes, so his feet got cut up and they hurt.

He knows Phil probably won't want him anymore, but maybe he'll at least take him to that S.H.I.E.L.D. place again and they'll help him find a home (hopefully one where he doesn't have to be Little, but he knows that's not likely).

Clint peeked into Phil's window, seeing the man on the couch. He's not sure if he should even be here. He wants to be somewhere warm and dry, though, he thought as he shivered against his wet clothes in the pouring rain.

How should he go about this? Should he sneak in? Knock on the door? Just leave? He didn't have long to decide as the door quickly opened.

"I-I," Clint stammered, blushing.

"It's okay. Come in," Phil said, stepping aside and opening the door wider.

Clint blushed as he stepped inside. "I'm sorry.... I shouldn't be here–"

"No, you should definitely be here. I'm sorry. I went too far."

"So did I. I didn't mean that. I hated the circus...."

"It's alright, Clint. We're even." Clint nodded, awkwardly. He continued shivering in his soaking wet clothes. "How about you go take a hot shower? I'll make you something warm to eat and you can take a nap, then we'll talk about what we want to do."

"O-okay." Clint followed Phil to the bathroom and let him show him everything to use for his shower.

"I'll leave some clothes on the counter for you and go make some soup."

"Okay–not those baby clothes, though, right?"

"Right. You can just put your wet clothes in the garbage; they don't fit you anyway. Hang your towel over the curtain rod after you're done with it. Do you want a specific kind of soup? I can make pretty much anything."

"Chicken noodle?" Clint's mom used to make him that when he was really little.

"Sure. Go get in the shower and I'll start your soup."

Clint nodded quietly and stripped himself of his sopping wet clothes, stepping into the steaming hot shower. He sighed. It's been so long since he's had a hot shower! This feels amazing!

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Clint stood in the shower, water cascading down his body until the water got cold. He quickly cleaned himself before climbing out of the shower and wrapping his towel around himself. He rubbed himself dry before pulling his boxers, socks, sweatpants, and sweatshirt on. He slowly walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where Phil was ladling soup into a bowl.

Clint sat at the table and waited for Phil to put his bowl in front of him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Phil sat at the table across from Clint and watched him devour his soup.

As soon as he finished eating, Clint yawned widely.

"Come on; I'll show you to your room."

"I-"

"Not the nursery this time."

Clint nodded, eagerly, and followed Phil to the guest bedroom. Clint jumped into the bed and snuggled under the blankets.

"You can go to sleep, Clint," Phil said. "I'll be out in the other room if you need me. It's safe here."

Clint nodded and curled into a ball on his side.

He tried to fall asleep, but couldn't. After a few minutes of trying to fall asleep, Phil gently rapped on the door before opening it. Phil walked over to the bed and put something on the night table that was next to Clint's back, thinking he was already asleep. He walked back out of the room after and Clint waited a minute until he turned onto his other side to see Esther. He teared up a bit as he grabbed her and hugged her tightly. He finally fell asleep with his elephant in his arms.

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Clint woke up a few hours later, feeling eyes on him. He quickly sat up, ready to bolt or fight, sighing in relief when he saw Phil.

"Sorry, Clint," Phil whispered. "I didn't mean to scare you; just wanted to ask you what you want for dinner. Anything you want."

"Pizza?" Clint asked after a minute.

"Sure. Go to the bathroom if you have to while I order and then we need to talk."

Clint nodded, nervously and walked out of the bedroom, holding Esther tightly.

By the time he finished in the bathroom, Phil was hanging up the phone and sitting down on the couch.

"I really am sorry for what I said and for leaving," Clint insisted. "I just don't want to be Little.... I like being big and not having to rely so heavily on anyone to take care of me."

"I understand. I'm sorry too, Clint. I shouldn't have said...any of what I said the other day.... I'm not taking you anywhere; you're my responsibility and I'm going to take care of you. I promise."

"I-I want to be here, I do, but I really don't want to be Little.... I-I'm scared. I don't know how to be Little. What if I do something wrong? Or-or-I don't know. I want to be able to do things, but I need to be big for them." 

"Okay. You will still have to be Little-let me finish before you start whining-but you don't have to be Little 24/7. I would never make you do that. I wouldn't be able to do that. I have work."

"Can I work?"

"We'll talk about it another day. How about this: you won't have to be Little for a week. You can get settled and do your own thing. Anything you want-within reason. But after that, you need to be Little for at least 72 hours a week."

"Okay. That sounds good. Um...am I going to be in trouble for running away?"

"No. I told you that you could go. If anything, I should be in trouble.... Do you think you should be in trouble?"

Clint shrugged. "I don't want to be...."

"Okay, then you won't be. Can you go wash your hands and get paper plates from on top of the fridge and some napkins, please?" Phil asked as the doorbell rang.

Clint nodded and did as he was asked. Maybe living here won't be so bad. He still doesn't want to be Little, though....