I have seen a TON of "avengers as babies"/"avengers turned into kids" stories, and I wanted to try one myself. Please review!

I heard an explosion from down in the lab. You have got to be kidding me. That's the third one in the past two weeks! I thought as I headed downstairs to investigate. At first all I could see was a cloud of bluish smoke. But when it cleared, I couldn't believe my eyes.

All of my super-housemates had turned into children.

Clint and Natasha were wrestling, Steve was hiding under a table, Thor was randomly banging on things with a mini-Mjonir, and Tony and Bruce were animatedly talking about what I assumed was the explosion.

My mind nearly snapped in two. "Um, you guys? WHY ARE YOU KIDS?!" I hysterically shrieked and ran over to the group of children. They all looked at me, and then proceeded to run over and tackle me in a group hug.

"BETH!" they all shrieked.

"WHAT IS GOING ON? HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?" I shrieked back, still not over the strange event.

All the children scrambled off of me and waited for me to calm down. After I stopped hyperventilating, Bruce spoke up in a soft little voice.

"Me and Tony wanted to see if we could re-make the stuff that made Steve super. We got everybody to come, but it exploded. We all got turned little." he explained.

"Do you guys still remember everything from when you were adults?" I asked.

They all gave some version of "yes". "How old are each of you?" I asked, trying to understand as much as I could.

"I'm six!" Tony said proudly.

"I'm seven." Bruce said, and with that Tony pouted at not being the oldest.

"I'm five, and so is Clint." Natasha said.

"I am four years of age." Thor said. He still kept his fancier Asgardian speech, but it was octaves higher.

"I'm twee." Steve said, and my heart melted. How was I supposed to take care of these kids? Thank God I was on break, so school wouldn't be an issue.

"Okay. Do we know if this is permanent?" I tentatively asked. Please God, let it be temporary.

"I dunno." Tony said as grimly as a six-year-old could. His face suddenly lit up. "Can we have pizza for dinner?" he asked.

"Pizza!Pizza!Pizza!Pizza!" the other boys began chanting. Natasha just rolled her eyes.

"Uh, sure...but I have to call Pepper first." I allowed. "Um...stay here. But don't touch anything." I warned. I stepped out into the hallway and dialed Pepper. She picked up on the third ring.

"Hey Beth, what's up? I'm on my way home." Pepper answered cheerfully.

"Er, you're not gonna believe this. The Avengers have been turned into children. They were trying to replicate the super-soldier serum but it exploded and turned them all into kids. I'm guessing whatever made Steve not age has made them grow younger. Can you buy some children's clothes and order some pizza? I can continue to hold down the fort..." I say, still not believing the words spilling out of my mouth.

"Yes I can. I'll order one cheese and one pepperoni. I can be home in about an hour. Is that good?" she said in her Pepper-working voice.

"How come you aren't freaking out?" I ask, unable to comprehend her calm disposition.

"Working for Tony has conditioned me to internalize my surprise or hysteria and just pick up the mess." she replied. "Good luck."

"Thanks. I'm gonna need it..." I reply and hang up. Just then I heard crying coming from the lab.

"I'm gonna need all the luck I can get." I sigh and open the door.

I looked around the room until I spotted the crying one. Steve. He was sitting in the middle of the floor. Next, I saw Tony erratically riding his robot named Butterfingers around the room. Of course, Tony would be the one to disobey me first. Bruce was trying to make Tony get off, and Natasha and Clint were trying to comfort Steve who wouldn't stop bawling. Thor was gazing fondly at Mjonir.

I run over to Steve and balance him on my hip, rocking back and forth. "Shhhh, Steve, shhhh. I got you...don't worry." I try to comfort him. It wasn't working. I decide I better stop Tony before things get too terribly out of hand.

"ANTHONY EDWARD STARK!" I yell, trying to look and sound as menacing as possible. Everybody froze. Tony paled in the face and even Butterfingers stopped scooting around.

"Oooooohhhhh..." Clint teased, but a quick look from me shut him up.

"Tony. Get down from your robot and stand in front of me please." I order, using my best mom-voice. Tony immediately climbs down and stands in front of me, looking at his feet.

"Why is Steve crying?" I ask.

"Well...I climbed onto Butterfingers and was riding him around. I hit Steve-not on purpose-and he started crying." he said.

By this time, Steve had quieted down and was sucking on a thumb, his face red and puffy and a tear sitting on his cheek.

"Tony, apologize to Steve. He is the youngest so you need to be extra-nice to him." I say. I set Steve down and he stands in front of Tony, looking at him with those big blue eyes.

"Steve, I'm really sorry my robot-" Tony begins.

"Tony!"

"I'm really sorry I hit you." he finishes.

Steve studies Tony for a moment and then takes his thumb out of his mouth. "It's okay Tony." he says and hugs Tony. Tony hesitates for a second and then hugs him back. I almost cried.

"Okay everyone." I say and clasp my hands. They all look at me with expectant eyes. "Luckily, you have all retained your adult memories. But, you are obviously still acting like kids. So, we need some rules. Rule One: Whatever Pepper or I say goes. Rule Two: Be Nice. We can get along as adults, so try to get along as kids. Rule Three: Try not to get yourselves killed. You guys can't do a lot of things you used to since you are smaller. Pepper and I are going to try and figure this out, but in the meantime, let's just roll with the punches. How does that sound?"

"Good." Bruce states, speaking for the group.

"Okay guys. Let's get ready for pizza!" I exclaim trying to be as cheerful as possible.

"Yay!" everybody yells and starts running up the stairs.

I feel someone tugging on the leg of my jeans. "Bef?Bef?" Steve asks.

I squat down to be at his eye level. "Yes Steve?"
"Can you give me a piggy-back ride?" he asks in the tiniest voice.

"Sure big-I guess now little- bro!" I say. "Hop on!"

Little Steve's face lights up and he jumps on my back and I carry him up to meet the others.

The box is right down there!