marvel · avengers · age regression · tiny · childhood trauma · friendship · superhero · tantrums · cute
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds, painting stripes across the floor. A gentle tug at your sleeve pulls you from sleep. Blinking, you focus on a small face framed by dark hair, a tiny metal arm glinting. Another child stumbles in, an iron man mask wobbling over his head. Before you can speak, a third toddles in, dragging a shield far too big for him. Bucky, Tony, and Steve are toddlers now. What happened last night?