Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, just the plot. I do not own the Avengers (wish I did, but I don't) I do not own own any powers just the way I use them on the characters. This is the only disclaimer I will put in the story because I would most likely forget.

P.S I suck at summaries.

It was all Loki's fault.

The team was in their separate training rooms and lab (Bruce and Tony). Natasha was currently throwing knives at a dummy when she a commotion from down the hall, she ignored it. But when she heard Loki's name, she got her Walther PPK/S, her Glock 26 and ran towards the noise. She remembered the reason why Loki was here.

"Why is Loki here again?" Tony asked.

"Because I have changed and am willing to help." Loki said, with a small smirk on his face.

"Nope, not good enough. I'll eat my arc reactor before I believe he's on our side." Tony had hated the god of Mischief since not only has he tried to take control over him, but has destroyed Stark Tower.

"Tony," Steve sighed into the com unit. "We have been trying to find this guy for over a month. He has some sort of magic that we know nothing about and Loki is the only one who knows how to find him."

"Fine, I still don't have to like it," Tony mumbled.

"No one said you had to like it, Stark," Agent Barton replied.

"I think Thor is the only one who does like it," Agent Romanoff added.

It's been two months and Tony has not trusted him since. She ran to the lab with Clint behind her, she opened the door silently when everything went black.

Two Hours Later

Agent Hill was irritated. None of the Avengers weren't answering their coms and SHIELD had to send out at least thirty agents to take care of the problem.

She stormed into the lab and her mouth fell open.

There was pint-sized versions of each of the Avengers and pint-sized a Loki, lying asleep or unconscious on the floor.

"Is this some sort of sick joke?" Maria asked, looking in disgust at the children. "Damn you, Stark this isn't funny!"

She closed the door and locked it, going sprinting straight Fury's office.

"Fury!" she yelled.

People stuck their heads out of the rooms they were in, watching her worried. One of SHIELD's most calm agents was having a freak attack.

She burst into the room where Fury was at. He glanced at her giving a menacing glare, which she didn't flinch at.

"Agent Hill, please tell me you have a perfectly good reason for bursting in here like a maniac."

"The Avengers, sir," she started. Fury scowled, he was less than pleased with them. "They're babies."

He looked at her like he wanted her to take a drug test.

"Agent Hill, I don't have time—"

"I'm not kidding! Come look!"

Fury decided to humor her and glance at the other workers in the room, who had the same expression as Fury. "I'll be back soon."

She took him to the room. "Look at this," she breathed. Baby Loki was sitting in the middle of the room, staring at the ceiling. The rest of the Avengers were still sleeping.

She glanced at Fury. "What do we do?"

"Get some agents in here. Have them take the babies to Stark Tower and find a qualified babysitter, tell them we'll pay anything."

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