Another day. Loki groaned as he approached the bed where Steve, Clint, and Bruce slept. Natasha was passed out on the couch, and Tony and Thor were in sleeping bags on Steve's floor. He had made the potion, it wasn't that hard. Steve would be easy, and he was glad for at least one good child. He poured a bit into the spoon and pushed it gently between the child's lips. Though asleep, Steve instinctively swallowed. He managed to get some down Clint, too, but he woke up Bruce when he accidentally stepped on a crack in the floor.

"What's that?" asked Bruce, wide-eyed as he investigated the potion.

"Er… medicine," Loki answered uncertainly.

Bruce's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "But I'm not sick."

"Yes, yes," sighed Loki, "but it's not that kind of medicine. It's vitamins, essential for all children."

Dammit, even as a child Banner was too smart. "Vitamins do not come in liquid."

Loki exhaled sharply through his nose in frustration. "Since when are you a pharmacist, boy?" he huffed, sticking the spoon into Bruce's open mouth. The boy swallowed reluctantly and glared. Loki insisted, "This happens to be liquid vitamins, all right? Now go back to sleep?"

Bruce was silent for a moment, before tears threatened at the corners of his eyes. "But Loki… I had another accident." He lifted his corner of the blanket, and sure enough, the side of the bed was soaked. Loki held his forehead for a moment, wondering how many accidents the Banner child was going to have.

"It's all right, Bruce, let's get some clean sheets on here," Loki sighed, scooping up the child and finding some clean pajamas. He helped Bruce change, and then proceeded to gently pick up Clint and Steve, hoping he wouldn't wake them. He laid the three boys on the couch beside Natasha, feeding the potion to the remainder of the children before getting to work on the bedsheets.

At last he'd put on some clean sheets and got the boys back in bed, when he heard the soft noise of a child's sobbing. Almost on the verge of tears himself from tiredness, Loki came to the couch where he saw Natasha sitting up and crying. He sighed and walked over to the small girl, picking her up and laying down on the couch with her in her lap. "What's wrong, Tasha?" he asked quietly, trying to speak to her the way Thor did to him when he was a child.

"Blini," the child responded, and pointed to her stomach before crying again.

Loki stroked her hair and asked, "Did you eat too much? Does your tummy hurt?" Trying to translate for the Russian girl with body language, he held his own stomach and grimaced, then cocked his head to the side in a questioning manner.

"Nyet." Natasha shook her head and her stomach grumbled. "Blini," she said again.

Oh dear, she wanted more. He supposed he understood her still being hungry; after all, she hadn't had as much as the boys since she would only eat Russian food and it wasn't like Loki or Fury had an abundance of that. "All right, darling, I'll get you more." Loki picked up Natasha with one arm and she held on to his neck tiredly, resting her little head against his shoulder.

Loki opened up the fridge and retrieved more blini, sitting Natasha down at the table and waiting until she had finished her midnight snack. "Spasibo," she told him, which he figured meant "thank you". He nodded and took her back to the couch. Apparently the blini satisfied her and she fell asleep on his chest. At least he could get a few hours of rest before the children woke up again.