Ok, some of you know that I considered making Heart of a Captain a "de-aging" fic, but decided against it. However, I had written a few scenes for the idea, and thought that you guys might like to read them. In this one, Evie was de-aged by the injection that Charlie gave her, and this is sort of a domestic, "what is something the Avengers might have to deal with if Evie was about three years old" scene. Enjoy!

"Mr. Barton,"

"JARVIS?" Clint blearily stared up at his ceiling. A glance at his clock told the archer that it was 2:30 a.m. "What's wrong?"

"I am uncertain, but I believe that Miss Evie may have had a nightmare." That was all the A.I. had to say. Clint bolted upright and dashed into his guest room where his little sister slept. As he approached, he could hear cries issuing from the room. He pushed open the door that he had left ajar the night before to find his now two or three year old sister tangled in her favorite Avenger blanket, crying.

Clint moved to the bedside and scooped the distressed child up in his arms.

"Kent," she gulped through her tears. Clint couldn't help but grin slightly; Evie couldn't say a lot of names right, and it was so cute to hear her try to say his name. He sat down on the edge of the bed, gently rubbing circles in her little back as she buried her face in his shoulder.

"What's the matter, Princess? Did you have a bad dream?"

Evie nodded into his shoulder. "M-mon'ter 'ttacked you an-and 'Teve." she whispered back, her little voice struggling to form her words.

"Well, it's okay, lil Princess. There are no monsters anymore." Clint soothed. "Steve and I took care of it." Evie's choked little sobs were beginning to quiet.

"Did it hurted you?"

"No, I'm fine." Clint chuckled as she pushed away from his shoulder, looking him over.

When she was satisfied that Clint was unhurt, she looked back up at him. "And 'Teve? He okay?" she asked seriously.

"Yes, Steve is fine. The monster didn't hurt him either."

"You sure?" she replied. "'Teve doesn't always tell when he's hurted. He says he okay, but I can tell he's not."

"Well, Bruce checked him out and said he was fine." Clint answered, hoping to quiet her childish worry. When she seemed calm, he carefully eased her back into bed and tucked her in. Saying good night, he left the nightlight on, and left.

Evie lay still for a few minutes, still worried about Steve. "Ja-wis?"

"Yes, Miss Evie?" JARVIS answered.

"Is you awake?"

JARVIS' electronic voice almost seemed to take on a warm, fatherly tone. "Yes, little one, I'm awake."

"Is 'Teve awake?"

"Captain Rogers is asleep; he returned from a mission today."

"You know if he's….hurted?"

"He appears just fine, Miss Evie."

"He okay?"

"He's…okay."

"When he wake up, tell him I says t'ank you for getting the mon'ter, pwease."

"I will remember to pass your message to him, Miss Evie." JARVIS answered.

"T'ank you, Ja-wis." Evie yawned.

"You're welcome. Good night, Miss Evie." JARVIS answered. If you listened closely, it almost sounded like the A.I. was actually smiling, if A.I.s could smile, that is.

Early the next morning, Steve rolled out of bed and began getting ready for his daily run.

"Captain Rogers?"

"Yes, JARVIS?"

"I have a message for you from Miss Evie," the A.I. said. "You see, she had a nightmare about a monster attacking you and Agent Barton."

"Is she okay?" Steve asked.

"Yes, Agent Barton was able to calm her; he told her that you both were able to take care of it. However, she was quite concerned for your health," an amused note crept into JARVIS' voice. "She was worried that you were injured in the fight."

Steve could not help but grin wryly. "What did you tell her?"

"That you were quite well and sleeping soundly." JARVIS smoothly answered. "She wanted me to give you her thanks for taking care of the monster."

Steve's grin widened as he glanced up at the ceiling where JARVIS' voice seemed to come from. "Thanks for letting me know, JARVIS."

"You are most welcome, sir."

Steve finished getting ready, but decided to make one stop before heading out on his run. "JARVIS, is Clint up yet?"

"Yes, Captain, he is down in the gym at the archery range since Miss Evie does not usually wake for a few more hours."

"Could you let him know that I'm going to check on Evie before heading out?"

"Of course, sir."

Steve got in the elevator and pressed the button for Clint's floor. Moments later, the door dinged open. Steve quietly made his way to the guest room where Evie was. He quietly pushed the door open and leaned against the door frame. Evie was still asleep, stuffed toys strewn all over the bed with a few on the floor. Her stuffed Iron Man was on the floor with the matching Thor. Her Black Widow, Hulk , and Fury were near the foot of the bed. What made him smile was seeing the two things Evie was actually holding. She was lying on her back, and right beside her face on the pillow was her stuffed Hawkeye and Captain America held tightly in her hand. Her other arm was hugging a large round pillow that looked like Steve's shield to her chest, covering most of her torso and the toys.

Steve slipped into the room and knelt beside her bed. He gently stroke her hair back from her face, causing her to stir.

"'Teve?" she blink sleepily up at him.

"It's me, Evie."

"'Teve!" she sat up and threw her arms around his neck, the shield pillow squashed between them. "You okay? Did the mon'ter get you last night?"

"No, he didn't get me," he chuckled.

"You sure?" she eyed him seriously. "You don't always tell when you're hurted."

"I'm fine, Doll, I promise you." he answered.

"Pwomise?" She raised her hand as if she was being sworn in to court. Steve grinned; she had to have seen Clint or Tony do that. Steve took her little hand in his much larger one and kissed the back of it.

"Promise."

Let me know what you guys think! -Your humble servant, Bonnie Celt