A/N: So. We finally reach at least one of the Avengers, plus a couple of the X-men. The next chapter will have the Avengers themselves in it. That said, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! It's a little shorter than the others, but I'll make it up to you guys. I'll upload the next chapter on Saturday or Sunday. Anyway~


Little Critters

Storm woke up, not being able to breathe well. She could feel something laying on her face and moved her hand to brush it off, but her hand touched warm flesh and she paused.

'Damn it, T'Challa…' she thought. She loved her husband, but sometimes his cat tendencies were annoying. She pushed what she thought was his arm off of her, but she heard a small 'thump' and a pained mew. She blinked her eyes open and sat up, then looked around and noticed she was still on the floor where she had passed out last night.

'Guess that mission took a lot more out of us than we thought…' she thought to herself, then looked down when she felt something nuzzling her hand.

"T'CHALLA?!" She screamed.

The little three year old yawned and stretched like the cat he was, and squatted back on his legs, with his hands in front of him, then looked at her.

"How do you know my name…?" He asked tilting his head curiously.

"I…" She started, then paused when she heard a groan, and looked to her left.

"Shut up. You guys are too loud…" A three year old Wolverine looked at her grumpily.

"LOGAN?!" She shrieked again, not wanting to believe what she was seeing.

Wolverine puts his hands over his ears and growled. "I said shut up! You're hurting my ears…" he said, then blinked. "How do you know my name?"

"I… you two… what?" Storm sputtered, then took a deep breath. 'Calm down, no need to conjure up a tornado or anything…'

Both boys were still watching her. "Okay. One. You guys are both adults. Two. T'Challa, you are my husband and king of Wakanda…"

Black Panther looked at her confused. "No… my dad is the king of Wakanda… I'm just the Prince… and I'm not married…not engaged either…"

"I'm not an adult… I'm three…" Wolverine stated.

Storm pinched the bridge of her nose, then sighed. "Right. Okay. You're right. Look. Logan. I'm your new governess. We're in one of your parent's vacation homes. This is the child of the King of my village." She said, then turned to Black Panther. "Your father let you come over here to New York with me, because he thought it'd be a good idea for you to get acquainted with other cultures…"

Wolverine rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

Black Panther nodded in understanding. "I see."

"Right… so um…. Let me find you two some clothes… and then I need to make a phone call…"


After getting the boys dressed, and fed, Storm made herself comfortable on the couch and was watching the boys play with some toys she had found earlier. Well… Wolverine was playing with them. T'Challa was playing with a ball of yarn Storm had found while looking for clothes. Storm couldn't help but smile at him, then it faded as she picked her phone and dialed Professor Xavier's number. He answered on the first ring.

"Hello, Ororo." He said

"Charles. We have... something's happened..." Storm said, unsure of how to phrase it.

"I figured." He answered. "I can't seem to understand some of the mutants in the New York area's thoughts. They sound like a bunch of children."

"That's the thing... Logan and T'Challa have both turned into three year olds..."

"Have you seen Scott and Kurt... because... I believe they might be affected by this as well."

"No... I thought they were off in Alaska looking into the weird power surges there?"

"That's right… hmm... you might want to check their rooms. I don't understand... this doesn't seem like a mutation... Before I left yesterday Logan and T'Challa both seemed perfectly fine... so I don't think it's a virus... what other symptoms other than being three years old?"

"Well... their minds seem to have been reduced to having only their memories from their three year old selves. Neither of them knows who I am. Logan still thinks he lives with his parents and that I'm a new governess... and T'Challa thinks his dad is still ruling Wakanda"

"Hmm... I see... did anything interesting happen after I left yesterday?"

"No. We came back from the mission... and all three of us were exhausted, then we passed out on the floor..."

"Hmm... well. I cannot come and see what is wrong... maybe it's some sort of Gamma Radiation... Maybe you should take them to see Bruce Banner."

"I'll go do that..." Storm answered. "I'll see if the rest of the superheroes were affected or not. Thanks, Charles."

"You're welcome Ororo. Be careful and I will see you when I get back."

"Alright." Storm said, then hung up and turned to the boys.

"So. Are you two up for taking a trip?" she asked them.

"Sure." Wolverine said, apathetically. "Better than being inside…"

Black Panther looked up from where he had managed to tangle himself up in the yarn, and grinned. "Yeah!"

Storm couldn't help but laugh at how cute he was. "Okay. Let's get you untangled and pack something for both of you, and head out?"

Wolverine just shrugged and went back to playing.

Storm shook her head, then got on the floor and began the process of untangled her now three year old husband.


After untangling Black Panther and packing a bag with extra clothes, wipes, and some snacks, she slung the bag over her shoulder, then picked up Black Panther, who instantly curled himself around her neck, then reached for Wolverine who backed away.

"Whoa, governess." He said. "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking you two to some friends."

"I can walk."

"I know you can, Logan. But we're not walking or taking a car." She said after opening the door and ushering him out.

"Then how are we getting there?" Wolverine asked.

"We're going to fly of course!" Storm said cheerfully. As she grabbed Wolverine, held him close and shot off into the air before he could protest again.

Wolverine gasped in fear and clung to her tighter, Black Panther, mewed in fear and dug his nails into her shoulder to hold on. Storm winced slightly, but kept heading towards the Avengers mansion.


A/N: What'd you guys think? As always constructive criticism is welcome. And any flames will be given to Deadpool to do whatever he pleases with them.