On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
Seven kids a crying, six songs a singing, five Christmas cards! Four yelling agents, three confused heroes, two alien gods, and a Loki stuck in a tree.
They aren't sure how it happened. The only thing plausible was some kind of gas that you had to breathe in. But that didn't explain why Steve hadn't changed. He had been breathing in the same air as the rest of the team, Phil, and Pepper. But there were seven children, not eight. Oh yes, the team had been turned into little kids. Hopefully they turned back soon, so they could go to that party. The scientists in SHIELD thought Steve didn't change because of his superhuman system and Tony hadn't changed because of the suit.
So here Tony stood, in the middle of a store that sold kid stuff, looking for someone to help him. He had little Natasha in a cart and little Phil holding one of his hands as he watched over little Clint and little Thor. Steve had little Pepper, little Loki, and little Bruce. Tony was not sure what he was really looking for.
"Oh, they are so cute!" A woman who worked at the store gushed. "Are they yours?"
"Uh, no. They are my friends'. Listen, I need clothes for them and I don't know how long they will be staying with me. My, uh... boyfriend... is looking for food for them. He has the other three and we have a toddler boy and a couple kids that are about that one's age." Tony pointed at Clint.
"Well, we should get them some long pants and sweaters because it is winter. Do they not have coats?"
"Uh, no. They came in those pajamas. Their parents had a very last minute emergency."
"Do they like the Avengers, then?
"Yeah, they are big fans, these kids. You have no idea."
"Well, we have lots of Avengers stuff. Will you need bedding?"
"Yeah, I suppose. So, we have one kid for every hero and Loki."
"Okay. Let's get the sizes picked out."
...
"Tony, are you guys ready to go?" Steve asked when he saw him waiting near the check outs after they texted.
"Yeah, Mary is just getting the last things on the list."
"Who's-"
"Here you go, Tony. Hopefully you won't need extra sheets, but you never know. Oh! You must be Steve, it's very nice to meet you."
"So, we better get going. The kids need to get some sleep and so do we." Tony said, smiling as he wrapped an arm around Steve's shoulder.
"Okay. Well good luck boys. Hope you get some sleep."
...
Go figure, the woman would be right. The kids were up all night, screaming their little heads off. Steve bounced toddler Bruce on his hip as he cried about his nightmares. Tony rubbed baby Natasha's back as she bawled. Clint was crying so hard he made himself throw up.
"God, I hope they turn back soon." Tony moaned in despair as he sat on the couch.
"Me too." Steve replied, worn out.
