Title: Babysitting with the Avengers
Author: Sgt. Pepperony
Fandom: Avengers (MCU)
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers, characters Property of Marvel and Disney.

Okay, back for another ScarletAmerica fic, and this time we have the other Avengers trying to cope with the twins. This follows on from my other fics Consequences and A First for Everything.

Firstly, Princess Milena and Thor.

Chapter One

"Daddy," a small voice called. Steve woke and blinked away the sleep from his eyes to find his four-year-old daughter Milena standing there in her pyjamas and staring at him.

"What is it sweetie?" he asked groggily.

"I want to play princess."

"Milena, it's half six in the morning, and Daddy got in late last night."

"But Daddy!" she pleaded and she attempted to climb onto the bed. In her bid to get her father to co-operate, she sat directly on his chest and he let out a sharp breath. She was getting rather heavy even for him. "I want to play."

"Milena Rose, if you wake your mother up-"

"But-"

"No buts. Go back to bed and I will play with you in a couple hours." He picked her up, groaned a little due to the pain in his back, and took her back to the room she shared with her twin brother James. He was still fast asleep. Milena on the other hand sulked and folded her arms when she was put back into bed. "I love you sweetie. Go back to sleep and I promise I will play with you in a couple hours. You can mess with my hair and everything."

He kissed her head as she lay down. Back in his own bed, he wrapped his arm around his wife and stroked her rounded belly with his hand. She stirred a little at the sudden weight but soon settled when he kissed her neck, "Steve, what time is it?"

"It's early Wanda. Go back to sleep."

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Milena had all the stubbornness of her mother when it came to being told what to do. She was also quite bright so she knew that trying to convince her father to play with her was not going to work. Instead, she tried the man who was lying on the sofa and snoring loudly.

Milena stared at her Uncle Thor for a moment before poking him gently. Thor's eyes snapped awake and he grumbled, "Young Milena, why are you up at this early hour?"

"I want to play princesses."

"Ah, I do believe that is a reasonable explanation. So what duties do you have today?"

"Make cakes. You need shiny shield and I want to play with your hair."

"Ah, my lady, it would be my pleasure."

Thor had a surprising amount of patience given that a four year old was practically pulling his hair and her braiding skills held a lot to be desired. As well, she had subjected his golden locks to clips, hair bobbles and bobby pins to the point where he looked a mess. As well, she was a bossy little thing, something which clearly came from Steve.

"Not the purple one the pink one!" she complained when he handed her a dress

"I believe you look far prettier in the purple," Thor retorted. The little girl pouted and Thor relented.

"Now, shield."

She grabbed cardboard and tin foil that Thor had gotten for her and she shakily draw a diamond shape that looked lopsided. Thor took it upon himself to cut the shape out for her and wrap it in foil.

"How does that look?" he asked presenting it too her.

"Good. Now, we need to fight the dragon. Ahh!" she yelled running away from the imagery creature while Thor grabbed his hammer. He swished it around, hitting the invisible dragon and proclaiming that he was the mighty Thor.

All the noise and commotion had woken Steve and he had come into the living room to find his friend looking as though a madman had styled his hair, and his daughter yelling and dressed in a mismatch of clothes.

"Milena," he said with his voice slightly raised. Milena bowed her head a little, the same as she always did when her father had that tone. "I thought I told you to wait."

"Alas Steve, she was insistent and I was more than willing to be at service to a fine maiden," Thor defended the little girl.

Steve rolled his eyes but could not help but smile, "Right but what are you going to do about that hair?"

"I like it," Milena imputed as she ran over for a hug from her father.

"I know you do. I can't imagine that the mighty Thor will be taken seriously with hair like that."

"It is rather frightening though," Thor pointed out.

"That it is," Steve responded as he kissed Milena's cheek.