Tony held (Name) in his arms and quirked his eyebrows at his tablet. "Friday, remind me to make you a body," he muttered, "I might need to get (Name) a nanny. But I don't trust anyone with (Name)." After a moment Friday's cool disembodied voice replied, "What are you struggling with this time Master Stark?" Tony rolled his eyes for a moment, "I can't figure out how to swaddle (Name)." If Friday could, she would've smirked at him before saying, "Not even I am sure how to help sir."
Tony jolted awake at the sound of (Name) screaming. He sprinted to her crib. (Name) cried and wailed. He scooped her up in his arms and held her to him. "It's okay (Name)," he whispered to her, "It was only a nightmare."
Tony carried him to his bed. "You're going to be sleeping with me for the rest of the night," he told her, "I
Pairing: Avengers x Child!Reader (Family/Friends)
Fandom: Avengers, Marvel
Word Count: 1,470
"You lost her?"
"Yeah, but Nat, she can run like super fast!" Tony said as an angry Natasha Romanoff stood in front of him, her face starting to turning as red as her hair.
"Yes, but we were left to watch her and make sure she didn't go missing! What happened?! She went missing!" Natasha yelled, her fists clenching by her side. She quickly turned Tony around and gave him a hard push forward, "Go and find her, this instant! I'm going to alert the others and they can help. You better find her!"
With that, Tony was left alone as Natasha stormed off to go and alert the other Avengers that their smallest visitor had gone missing. Yes, the Avengers had been left in charge of a child, who was only about six or seven years old. At first they thought that she was just a normal kid who had a crush on all of the Avengers, as most kids did whether it was roma
You were sprawled out on the couch of your tiny apartment feeling like you were going to die of heat. You couldn’t even bring yourself to move and call someone to see if you could crash at their place until your air conditioner was fixed. You internally cursed New York for its heat. And then Shield for stationing you here to play baby sitter to the Avengers. And yourself for declining when Tony offered to put you up in Stark Tower.
What you wouldn’t give to be there now, in its air-conditioned embrace, able to move about freely.
You were supposed to be there now. For work. You lolled your head to the side to find the time on the clock across the room, it told you that you were officially two hours late for your job. Fury was going to kill you. You reached out an arm lazily to grab your cell phone and call in sick, finding that it was deader than a doornail before rolling off the couch and on to the floor.
Together with Natasha and Pepper you were playing the old time favorite game of Truth or Dare as you were waiting for the rest to come back from a mission or the shower.
It was your birthday today and everyone had promised to be there. You were anxiously waiting for the presents you were about to receive. You hadn’t asked for anything, but knowing your friends, you knew they would at least get you a cake.
You had been part of the Avengers ever since the battle of New York when you had saved Thor and Steve’s asses. You had courageously thrown yourself in the fight, even though your S.H.I.E.L.D. training hadn’t even been finished yet. Nick Fury had been impressed with your skill and determination and had offered you a position within the Avengers.
Of course you had said yes.
‘Really?’ you sighed. ‘Do I have to?’
Tony smiled. ‘We all did it. So now it
You could hear laughter and you followed it outside in to the courtyard. It was a hot summer’s day and the ocean was right in your own backyard. The smell of the salty sea surrounded you.
Down at the shore you saw them running along the water. The dress you had put on your little girl was clearly now drenched but you didn't mind. It was a rare occasion when you saw him so happy and playing with her.
You turned to the maid who followed you around, her face filled with terror as she watched the man you loved along the shore. You sent her off to retrieve towels and clean clothes, her very expression displeasing you.
Even if your husband was a cruel man you still loved him. Your daughter caught sight of you and dashed towards you. Your husband finally noticed your presence; oddly he was still smiling as he watched you.
The clock ticked away as you were lounging on the couch, walking your fingers along your swollen abdomen. Late in your third trimester, you couldn’t wait to see your baby, to hold him, cuddle him, and call him your own. A sudden thud against your fingers caused a smile to grow on your face. You called out to your husband, Bucky, who was currently drying his hands from washing the dishes.
“Yes, (y/n)?” He walked out of the kitchen and sat beside you on the loveseat.
“The baby’s kicking,” you whispered, cradling your bowed middle.
“Oh,” he said sheepishly, avoiding your gaze as he shuffled away from his spot. You were confused by your husband’s strange behavior, feeling a bit hurt by his neglect. He'd been acting this way ever since you first announced that you were pregnant; avoiding contact with either you or the baby and even going as far as sleeping in
Vision took the child in his arms. He smiled at her and said, "I think I'll call her '010101110110000101101100011011000010110101100101'" Bruce snickered softly and Wanda glared at him, "Not a chance, Vison."
Vision pressed his artificial hand upon (Name)'s forehead. He sighed. She still had a fever. "Wanda," he murmured, "I'm worried about (Name)."
Wanda smiled at Vision. "Don't worry," she told him, "(Name) is alright. Fevers are common in humans." Vision sat on his bed, though he rarely used it for sleeping. Or powering down as it was normally referred to.
(Name) whimpered and Vision dived closer to her. He
It made midnight snacking a real risk, especially when you were prone to falling asleep standing up.
The door slid open at the top floor. She didn’t bother with any lights and walked straight into the kitchen. She had been making this trip almost every night for the past month.
The fridge door clicked open illuminating the room for a moment as she removed the carton of milk.
She opened the carton and placed it to her lips, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as the cool liquid hit her tongue.
“Aha!” The light’s flashed on, startling her into a coughing fit when she choked on the milk almost dropping the carton in the process.
“So you’re the one who drinks straight out of the carton.”
(y/n) blinked away tears as she tried to stop coughing. Standing in front of her was the s
A hundred thoughts were running through your mind. All the visions you had ever had about this exact moment flashed before your eyes, but none of them gave you a solution for the growing threat that was Ultron. The sceptre – more importantly: what was stored inside it – prevented you from seeing any future that was real. There was no way of knowing what would come next.
For the first time in a long, long time, you didn’t know what to do.
You were running towards the ship that lay ashore in the distance, your feet sinking into the soft sand of the beach. You had left Bruce behind in the quinjet, hoping the protective spells you had cast upon the entrance were enough to keep Ultron and the Enhanced – the twins who had obtained magical powers through the sceptre – from entering the jet. You had seen enough of the future to know Bruce would never be the same if
The witch opened her arms for the baby. Pietro glared at Tony, warning him not to hand over the baby. With a soft huff, Wanda used her magic to gently bring the child to her. The baby started to whimper and cry. "Don't worry, my little Солнечный свет," Wanda rocked the child. Pietro raised an eye, "She's your sunshine?" The new mother gave her older brother a sharp glare. Pietro smiled and raised his hand in surrender.
"You're just the cutest little girl I've ever seen!" Wanda grinned. Tony was celebrating making one of his inventions tonight and Wanda decided to bring along (Name). Wanda dressed (Name) in a little watermelon colored dress. Pietro