So here is Part 2 of Daycare, I hope you enjoy it.

Bethany rolled over, her nose wrinkling in distaste as she burrowed into her pillow to block out the sound of her alarm clock. Of course as per usual, the dreadful screeching was not to be drowned out, and with a sigh of resignation, the young woman began her day.

Coffee was a must, straight black with a dash of sugar to give the boost she needed. Pressing the Brew button on the machine, her mouth stretched as she gave a jaw cracking yawn and ambled into the bathroom for a shower. In no time at all she had washed, dressed and was working on putting her hair in a conservative bun fit for her upcoming work day. Bethany worked as a teacher, and not just any kind of teacher, she worked at a daycare. She prided herself in her work and was often pleased to find her students thriving in the classroom. Today though was a very different day than what she was used to.

The day before she had received a call from a client requiring a childcare provider capable of making house calls. This was not what unusual as the daycare Bethany worked for often sent Teachers to various client's homes to care for and teach their children. With the advent of parents losing faith in the public school system, the home has once again become a classroom for recent generations. Bethany didn't mind the day away from the classroom, honestly she found the occasional foray out into the world beyond the school refreshing. So to say she was somewhat eager to begin her day would almost be an understatement.

Her current client's name was a man by the name of Phil Coulson, he told her that he required a teacher to watch his children as he needed the ability to duck out of the house to attend to work matters. Bethany smirked softly as she ran a brush through her long blonde hair. She had experience with parents who tried to stay home with the kids as much as possible and juggle a full time job as well, judging by the fact that Mr. Coulson said nothing about his wife, he was probably a single dad who was only recently thrust into the job of caring for his children 24/7. He sounded very professional, if a little hesitant over the phone, so Bethany safely assumed he worked either in an office or maybe even within the government.

Giving her hair one final twist and jamming just two bobby pins on either side, Bethany leaned back and surveyed her work. Smiling with a nod she walked out of the bathroom, put on her shoes and nabbed her purse as she walked out the door. Bringing up her Maps app on her phone, the young woman punched in the address given and tapped on the button to Start Route. Yes, Bethany decided with a firm nod, today was going to be a good day.

…..

"But I'm hungry,"

Phil sighed as he looked down into watery brown eyes "Tony, you just had breakfast."

A small pout accompanied the puppy dog eyes "I want more breakfast,"

Phil sighed, unable to combat the hypnotic power held within those chocolate orbs "Tony…" he pleaded "you and I both know that too much food will give you a tummy ache and ruin your appetite for lunch."

"But I'm hungry!" the child insisted.

"Phil said no, Tony!" Steve yelled in a childish command one chubby little finger sternly pointing at his friend.

"But Steve…" Tony whined his pout becoming more pronounced.

Suddenly the doorbell rang cutting off any more debate concerning Tony getting food "Just wait right there, I'm going to get the door."

"I don't understand why we need a nanny," Loki groused from where he sat in the corner holding a book that was nearly the same size as him "though we are in the bodies of children, we still retain our memories, and are more than capable of taking care of ourselves."

"Yeah!" Clint chorused from where he was eating his breakfast, cheeks covered in cinnamon oatmeal "We can take care of ourselves!"

"Oh yeah," Phil smiled with a fond shake of his head "I can tell,"

Turning back around to face the door the agent approached it with a brisk walk and a smile ready. Opening the portal, the man found a young woman with the professional appearance of a teacher and a pretty smile that instilled trust "Hello, you must be Bethany,"

The woman nodded and stuck out a hand "That's right," she said her voice accented by a slight southern twang "and you're Mr. Coulson?"

"That's me," Phil smiled "why don't you come inside and meet the kids?"

"Thank you," Bethany ducked inside walking down the foyer and into the main area, taking in the grandeur.

She could tell just by looking that this family was well off, probably not rich, but certainly comfortable. An enormous living room lay to her right, decorated with tasteful furniture that seemed to invite you in and bid you to sink into the plush chairs and couches. It was cozy, not like the modern furniture recently that made you uncomfortable just by looking at it. With the fireplace that was currently lit with a merry fire and the walls completely covered by countless bookshelves, it was certainly a chamber that pulled you in for guaranteed relaxation.

Beyond that she found the dining area and kitchen with a large oak table and a breakfast island separating the two, the kitchen was filled with sunlight provided by large bay windows set in a breakfast nook off to the side. Bethany smiled softly as she felt her tense shoulder muscles suddenly relax. Yes, she decided, she could work here.

It was then that her attention was drawn to the sheer amount of children occupying the room, she instinctively pulled a head count and gave a mental whistle at the number. Eight, eight four year olds. Wait…what?

'These can't possibly be all his children,' Bethany though with a perplexed frown before her countenance suddenly clear with comprehension 'He adopted them, that's so sweet!'

Turning to her newest client, Bethany pursed her lips in awe as she struggled to contain her heartfelt tears "You are such a kind and wonderful man."

Phil slowly turned to face the woman, his features blank with confusion and mild concern "Oh…okay…"

"Are you our babysitter?"

Bethany jolted slightly when she was awoken out of her reverie and glanced down to see a small red headed girl looking up at her with curious albeit wary eyes "I'm not a babysitter, I'm a preschool teacher."

"Great," another voice sighed sarcastically making her turn to see a little boy with brown hair playing with Legos "I love people trying to teach me things I already know."

Bethany felt her brain whirl in wonder as she began to ponder just how advanced these children may be, and what strategy she should use to challenge them positively before more voices chorused into the conversation garnering her attention.

"Like you know anything," a black haired boy sneered snatching the Lego creation away from the brown haired boy's grasp.

"Hey!" dark brown eyes melted and a bottom lip poked out in indignation "what is it with you and stealing other people's things!" he wailed.

"I never stole anything of yours," black hair tossed as the little boy stuck his tongue out.

"Tell that to Clint, jerk!"

Suddenly a golden haired child galloped forward and gently tugged on a lock of black hair "That isn't nice brother, give him his toy back."

"It's not a toy!" the brown haired boy whined before pausing and rethinking his answer "It is a toy, but I'm not playing with it, I'm just…fiddling."

Bethany felt her eyebrows hit her hairline at the vocabulary usage between the four year olds, the black haired boy however was oblivious to this as he began to cackle "Admit it! You're playing with toys like a baby! Do you want your toy back baby?"

The brown haired boy looked down at his feet, his little fists entangling themselves in his shirt while he began to give little sniffles. Another blond boy wearing a Captain America shirt walked over and planted himself between the two dueling toddlers "Stop being mean to Tony, Loki! You're acting like a big bully!"

"Yeah," yet another blond boy walked into the fight, his ears adorned with purple hearing aids "Tony is smarter than you, tougher than you and…and…and you stink!"

Loki gave a derisive snort, crossing his arms and cocking an ebony eyebrow "You wound me with your witty repartee."

The blond boy with the hearing aids pouted and the other boy placed a hand on his shoulder while casting a fierce gaze at Loki "Being mean to Clint won't help you, we're all stuck here so you might as well deal with it."

"I don't have to deal with anything," Loki spat "I don't need you to solve this problem, I can take care of myself!"

"Oh yeah, you've done a good job of that!" the blond boy scoffed "If you're so smart why haven't you figured it out yet? Face it, you need us because you can't handle being alone."

"Shut up, Steve, what would you know of independence? You've been depending on other people to fight your battles for years!"

Bethany's mind was numb with shock, their word usage went beyond advanced…it was stunning. Plus, some of the things they were saying, these weren't the terms used by bickering toddlers, these were words that insinuated life experience. The kind that was impossible for four year olds to have. Who were these children, and why did she have the sinking feeling that she had signed on to something bigger than she had originally intended.

The fighting grew into a cacophony with Phil giving an apologetic smile to Bethany before wading into the shouting match. The young woman gave a silent sigh as she once again began to view her surroundings when she noticed one more child, this one hiding under the table with his fingers jammed in his ears and his eyes screwed shut. Recognizing this as a form of distress Bethany quickly rushed over to the table and with gentle hands pulled the small child out from under the polished oak so to snuggle him. The brown haired, green eyed boy clung to her, breathing deeply as his small frame trembled.

Bethany pursed her lips in careful thought, wondering what it was that had gotten the boy so worked up before facing the children once again, raising her voice to be heard over the shouting "Oh my," she lilted in a firm voice "I guess no one wants to have any of the treats that I brought with me."

The fighting immediately stopped as the boys identified as Tony and Thor perked up at the mention of food "What kind of treats?" Tony queried with a cock of his head.

Loki rolled his eyes muttering under his breath about certain people denying they're not a baby yet still acting like one, and Bethany frowned at the young boy's attitude. Approaching him so to ensure that he knew she was talking to him "I have special treats, but only for kids who know how to be big boys and big girls. I also have a treasure box with prizes that you can win by earning green and gold stickers, but if you don't want to play and have fun with everyone, you don't have to."

"I want to have fun with everyone," a little boy with shaggy brown hair and a long sleeved shirt with one glove covering his right hand approached her and slipped his hand into hers.

Bethany fought back a coo at the sweet behavior, instead kneeling down to address him "You most certainly can, what's your name."

The child played with her fingers shyly for a moment before murmuring softly "Bucky,"

"Well it's nice to meet you, I'm Miss Bethany,"

Bucky graced her with a smile "Hi,"

"I'm Tony!" Bethany fell backwards, the little one still clinging to her in her arms as the first brown haired boy tackled her to the floor with happy exuberance.

"I'm Steve," the blond boy protecting Tony stated.

The child with hearing aids grinned "I'm Clint,"

The red headed girl tugged on the young woman's shirt "I'm Natasha,"

The golden haired child grandly bowed making Bethany giggle "I'm Thor and this is my brother Loki,"

"I'm not your brother nitwit," Loki snarled unhappily "I'm adopted remember?"

"Doesn't change the fact that you are my brother,"

"Whatever, moron,"

"Um," Bethany looked down when the child snuggled under her chin whispered "I'm Br-Bruthe,"

Immediately Bruce blushed at the lisp, ducking his head in shame and the teacher ruffled his head "I'm pleased to meet you."

"I'm sure you would be," Tony shrugged picking up his Legos while glaring warily at Loki before casting a cheeky grin at Bethany "I mean it's not every day you get to babysit the Avengers, right?"

"Yeah, I'm sure…wait, what?!" Bethany's jaw dropped as suddenly every question she had asked herself made sense.

"She didn't know already?" Tony squeaked slowly giving Phil a guilty glance.

The Agent in question glared at the child making Tony whimper slightly "No, she didn't,"

"Oops,"

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