A/N: Hey! This story is about a de-aged Steve and his wacky adventures with the team... enjoy! I'm not sure what my updating schedule will be like... I start school again in two days, so when I get back into the swing of things there, I'll let you know.
Warnings: Male/Male romance (Stony)
Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable characters. Marvel does.
"Having children is like getting a tattoo... on your face. You better be committed." ~Eat Pray Love
Prologue
Steve didn't know where he was, or what was happening. All he knew was that he was stuck in a cramped little space underneath a ton of rocks. He wasn't injured, just stuck. He sat there, huddled in a little ball, waiting for someone to get him out of there.
It took a little longer than Steve would have wished, but a few rocks finally fell away and he was able to see outside, a crisp breeze hitting his face. He shivered and tilted his back head to see a man with long blonde hair and a beard looking down at him. The man's blue eyes widened and his face disappeared from Steve's line of sight and he heard him shout, "I have found a small child in my search for the Captain!" in some sort of accent that he couldn't exactly place. Soon after that, more rocks were pulled away and a red and gold robot thing appeared along with the man with the long hair and a woman with short red hair.
The robot reached down to grab him but Steve flinched away and a small whine escaped his lips. He didn't know where he was and he wanted his mama. The woman with red hair swatted at the robot.
"Stop it, Stark," she hissed, "you're scaring him." She reached down with both hands and Steve stared at her green eyes for a few moments. He decided that she was safe and slipped his little hands into hers. She smiled kindly at him and pulled him up gently. Once he was up she set him on the ground and began checking him over. He backed away a little but she put a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. "I'm only checking you for injuries, sweetie," she said. "Are you hurting anywhere?"
Steve shook his head but didn't say anything. Natasha nodded once and backed away to look at him. While she was doing that, Steve looked around. Everything was so big and futuristic looking and bright. Natasha's eyes widened a moment later and she whispered something to the long-haired man and the robot. The robot scoffed and shook it's head. The front of its face flipped back with a loud 'clank' sound and a man's face was revealed. Steve tilted his head, examining him. He had brown eyes and black hair, along with a moustache and a beard. He had a skeptical look on his face, like he didn't believe the red haired lady about whatever she'd said.
The lady scowled and turned back to Steve as another man landed out of nowhere behind them. He had dark blonde hair and blue eyes and a bow with a quiver on his back. Then another… another thing landed with an extremely loud 'thud' beside them. It was green and huge and scary looking and Steve let out a small whimper and backed away again. Natasha knelt down and reached out to put a hand on his cheek, and he allowed her to do so.
"It's alright, sweetie," she reassured. "None of us will hurt you, I promise. Do you believe me?"
Steve's lower lip trembled but he nodded. She hadn't lied to him yet or done anything bad to him. He still wanted his mama to come, though.
"I'm Natasha," she continued, pointing at herself. Then she pointed at the robot-man, "he's Tony," her finger moved to the long haired man, "that's Thor," Natasha pointed at the man with the bow, "he's Clint," and last, she pointed at the man that the green monster had changed into. He now wore a too large pair of pants, "and that's Bruce. Can you tell me your name?"
The blonde nodded again. "I'm Steven Rogers," he told her with an adorable Brooklyn accent and all the men she had just introduced shifted nervously.
"How old are you?" Natasha asked. Steve held up four fingers on his right hand.
"I'm four."
She bit her lip but continued asking him questions. "Who do you live with and where?"
"I live with my mama… and papa… in Brooklyn."
Natasha nodded. "One more question, honey, and then I can help you." Steve nodded. "Do you know what year it is?"
"It's 1926, ma'am," Steve replied quietly.
All the adults around him were quiet until Steve spoke again. "Do you know where I am? Or where my mama is?"
Natasha looked up nervously at the men before back at Steve. "You're mother and father are going to be away for a little while, okay Steve? Until then we'll look after you. And you're in New York City. Come with me, yeah?"
She wrapped her arms around his waist and lifted him off the ground. Steve let out a surprised yelp and wound his arms around her neck. He wrapped his legs around her waist and dug his fingers into the slick fabric of her shirt. Steve turned his head so his cheek was brushing her ear and watched where she was carrying him. He tried to, at least. He was really tired, and he let out a big yawn.
"Sleep," Natasha ordered, lifting him higher up her body. Steve nodded sleepily and buried his face into the crook of her neck, sighing contently and falling asleep.
A/N: Hope you liked it! This is the first time I've attempted a kid-fic. It's kinda fun, actually! :) The chapters should get longer as it moves along. Please no flames, but constructive criticism is deeply appreciated. Do not confuse the two.
Thanks! :D
