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CHAPTER TWO

Coulson came within not twenty minutes, dressed as sharply as ever. "Well, what was so important that you had to call me to an abandoned warehouse at –" Coulson glanced at his watch. "– nearly one in the afternoon?"

Clint motioned with his head at the pile of sleeping Avengers (plus Loki). "That," he answered simply.

Clustered around in the middle of the warehouse were the Avengers and Loki, peacefully sleeping. (Or just knocked out quite thoroughly.) As well as being de-aged, their weapons were "neutralized" – Tony's suit had become Iron Man themed pajamas, Steve's shield had become a Frisbee, and Natasha's hand guns had turned into Nerf guns (which she was currently clutching to her chest). Bruce had shrunk down to a normal size for a toddler and was no longer green, but Clint had no idea whether or not he would be able to transform as a toddler.

The only weapon that appeared unaffected was Mjolnir, possibly because it was magical and had protective spells on it.

Coulson's eyebrows shot up behind his sunglasses as he took the sight in. "Now I see why you wanted me to come alone. That's not something the public needs to know about."

"No kidding," Clint agreed, still shocked himself.

"I'm surprised you weren't panicking over the phone. I know I'd probably be worried."

"Sir, I'm a SHIELD agent. I'm trained to expect the unexpected. And this," Clint motioned towards the sleeping toddlers. "This was definitely unexpected." He frowned slightly. "So was you walking into SHIELD alive – they never did tell us how. Did you just fake your death or something?"

Coulson looked slightly uncomfortable. "Tahiti is a magical place."

Clint decided to ignore Coulson's odd bit of advice (or whatever you called that). "So… what are we going to do with these little Avengers?"

"You. Not we." Was it just Clint, or was Coulson smirking slightly?

"Excuse me?"

"You're going to be taking care of them, Clint. SHIELD can't find out we have a young Loki with us, that could be extremely dangerous – for him, at least," Coulson informed him seriously.

"What do you mean?"

"SHIELD wants him dead. He'd be easier to kill as a child. But I think we can both agree that killing Loki in this state would be wrong."

Clint thought for a moment before nodding. "As much as I hate the guy for controlling me, I do agree that it would be unfair to kill him while he's so vulnerable. Plus he's our only chance to save them, huh?" Clint added. "He's the only person we know of who could change him back."

Coulson nodded. "Looks like it." He began walking back to his car, dubbed "Lola", and climbed in. "Good luck taking care of them Clint. I'll check in on you within a few days."

"Good day, sir." Pause. "Wait, did you just say I was going to take care of them?!" The car pulled away. "Agent Coulson! Coulson! PHIL!" Clint shouted. Reaching into his quiver, he quickly drew a blunt arrow and fired it at the side of Coulson's car out of sheer desperation.

But Coulson just drove away, ignoring Clint's arrow and pleads.

Clint sighed, crossing his arms. "Great."

Just then, Tony woke up with a huge yawn, tugging at his new pajamas. He blinked his sleepy eyes at Clint. "Hungry," he whined. He opened his arms as if expecting Clint to pick him up. "Carry me," he demanded.

Some things never change, Clint thought as he obligingly picked up Tony with both arms and surveyed the other Avengers – all of them had on clothes resembling their uniforms. "Hungry!" Tony whined again, though significantly louder. "Wanna go home!"

Clint was beginning to get annoyed with Tony now. "Fine, kid. Let's go back to Stark Tower."


Thank you for all the positive feedback! If there's anything that doesn't make sense or is spelled wrong, don't be afraid to review. ;)

Also, I made a few "Agents of SHIELD" references, but this will not be a crossover.

I will try to update this story at least once per week. :) Expect Pepper and awakened Avenger toddlers next chapter!

- ImaginaryParchment