They had brought the kids to Steve's apartment, and now six little Avengers sat in front of the TV watching Spongebob Squarepants. Fury discovered that blini was a Russian pancake, and since Natasha stubbornly refused to eat anything else, apparently he'd have to try and make some. Meanwhile, Thor made a dent in the floor with Mjolnir, but neither Fur nor Loki was worthy to take it from him (stupid divine magic). To top it all off, Clint could apparently mimic Spongebob's laugh perfectly, and he seemed to take great joy in doing so nonstop.

"All right kids, time for supper!" Fury announced as the last episode finally came to an end. He had made his best attempt at Natasha's favorite dish and hoped it would satisfy her, because she didn't seem to trust American food.

Fury and Loki sat the children around the table and served blini, along with Spaghetti-O's for the boys. Steve had trouble reaching the table and accidentally spilled his juice, getting it all over his lap and making him cry. While Loki was busy consoling him and cleaning up the mess, Fury found a couple of thick books for the little boy to sit on. While that was going on, Tony and Bruce got into a fight over a cookie when there were about twenty-four, and the adults were both just thankful that Bruce couldn't currently turn into the Hulk. Clint did his Spongebob laugh all the while.

But at least Natasha was happy with her blini.

"So," said Loki when supper was done, clapping his hands together enthusiastically, "who wants to have their bath first?"

All six children immediately took off running.

Fury shook his head as he and Loki began the chase. It took forever to get them rounded up, especially Tony, who was the instigator behind bad behavior, but at last Loki scooped Clint up by the ankles and headed to the bathroom, filling the tub with water and children's bubble bath. "I'm a piwate of the Cawwie Bean!" Clint declared, sailing a little plastic boat through the foamy substance. Loki was thankful for the bubbles because he really didn't care to see anybody naked.

By the time they had gotten all six children bathed and in bed, Fury and Loki wanted to pass out themselves, but unfortunately, they knew that wasn't an option just yet.

"De-aging spell, where are you…?" Loki murmured, peering through a pair of reading glasses and thumbing through a book of magic from Odin's library. He was seeing spells to turn a man into a cat, spells to remove pond scum from a water surface, and even a gender-bending spell, but so far there was nothing on changing children into adults.

"Find it quick, would you, Laufeyson, I'm getting particularly sick of child Stark and child Barton," Fury sighed, slouching down on the sofa and flipping through muted channels until he got to a station playing football.

"Well, I'd have you know, Director, this is a very large book of spells and I'm relatively new to magic, considering I've only been studying it for eight-hundred years…"

"Oh, is that all?" Nick Fury rolled his eyes. "I know, Loki, just please hurry."

"Believe me, I'm trying. I used to think Thor was annoying as an older brother- hah! At least then he didn't drop a spit-covered hammer on my toe." Fury winced, painful images coming up.

Loki spent another half hour reading, and Fury started to doze off but jolted away what Loki suddenly exclaimed, "Aha!" Fury jumped. "Sorry," the God of Mischief told him, "but I finally found it!"

"Oh, thank God!" Fury exclaimed, heaving a sigh of relief. "What does it say?"

Loki read off a list of ingredients to a potion and concluded, "Give some to each child and wait twenty-four hours…" His voice trailed off and Fury's eye widened, his patch also lifting in shock.

"Laufeyson, are you telling me that we have to spend a whole extra day with them like that?!"

Loki frowned, his heart sinking. Another day of Barton's Spongebob laugh. "I'm afraid so, sir."