A/N: School is the embodiment of the devil, I am convinced. It's been totally dragging me down and completely destroying any form of me being creative. Gee, thanks, American education system, for telling me I need to be able to have interests whilst ripping said interests to shreds in the process. thx
So that's pretty much my way of saying this one took on a mind of its own and just went insane. Have some Coulson and Hill and Maggie fluff. xD
Oh my goodness and I totally drew inspiration for toddler!Maggie here from Pearl in The Scarlet Letter... This should be interesting.
Thanks for the faves, follows, and reviews! You guys kindle that flame of motivation in me~
It was a miracle it hadn't happened before.
For whatever reason, the Avengers were able to balance parenting/babysitting (depending on each individual) and saving the world for a long while after Maggie was born. And even if all six of them were needed, Pepper was always available to take Maggie for the appropriate amount of time.
But their good luck didn't last forever.
"Don't worry, guys; it's only for today." Coulson tried to assure the nervous superheroes. "Between Director Fury, Hill, and I, we've got this covered."
Natasha didn't look convinced. After all, these people were good at their jobs, which probably resulted in any possible babysitting and parenting abilities they might possess being destroyed. Sure, they were all great with Maggie whenever she was in the building for a visit, but they never had to take care of her.
Coulson picked up on her expression. "Oh, don't give me that look, Romanoff. If you and the Avengers can all be parents or guardians, so can S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents." He reasoned.
"Both of those arguments are questionable." Natasha muttered, glaring off to the side.
"Coulson, are you sure it's okay? I mean, you guys are pretty busy..." Steve spoke up from his spot next to Natasha.
Coulson dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "Nonsense. I always have time for Maggie, and I'm sure Hill and Fury feel the same way." He insisted. "Plus, I'm sure this is far from the last time a mission needing all six Avengers will conflict with Ms. Potts' schedule. We can test the waters today to make sure Maggie will be comfortable with us."
Steve and Natasha glanced at each other, making eye contact. Steve appeared to be on board with the idea, while Natasha just looked like she wanted to go back home now. He finally gave her an encouraging (read: pleading) look, and she sighed in defeat a moment later.
"Alright, we'll try it. But if Maggie doesn't like it, I'll sit out on future missions needing all six of us." Natasha concluded, surprising both their handler and herself. Steve, on the other hand, always had a feeling that should push come to shove, Natasha would voluntarily stay behind with Maggie if there was no other option.
Coulson raised his eyebrows. "Wow. You really are dedicated, willing to give up your job for her. I knew you'd make a good mom." He gave her a small grin.
Natasha just shrugged, not feeling like taking up that argument today.
"'Scuse me, comin' through! Baby on board!" Came Clint's voice from the hallway as he headed towards Coulson's office.
"'Scuse me! Baby'n board!" Came Maggie's echo. She had become quite the parrot around her family lately, making everyone have to be extra careful about what they said when in her presence.
"I guess your job starts now." Steve chuckled to Coulson as the archer entered the room with Maggie, babbling a million miles a minute, in his arms. Clint appeared to be listening very intently, though most of what the toddler was saying was complete gibberish.
Coulson just smiled as Maggie stopped in her long rant after noticing him. "Uncle Phil!" She called, reaching out her tiny hands towards him. Obliging, the longtime S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent crossed towards her, happily accepting her into his arms.
"Hey, baby girl." Coulson greeted warmly as he set her at his hip in a comfortable holding position. "How are you today?"
Thus started another lengthy monologue from the toddler. The three Avengers shared an amused, knowing look. Maggie had proven to be quite the little extrovert compared to her parents.
"See? They'll be fine, Nat." Steve gestured to uncle and niece.
"I guess so…" Natasha didn't sound completely convinced, but she seemed to at least be more open to the idea than she was originally.
"C'mon, Tasha, Coulson won't let anything happen to her, nor will Hill or Fury. Not to mention Mags has them wrapped around her little finger already." Clint grinned.
"That's partially what I'm afraid of." Natasha admitted.
"Story?"
"'Story'? You want me to tell you a story?" Coulson asked for confirmation. He wasn't a child whisperer, after all. She could've meant 'food' for all he knew.
The small redhead nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah!"
"What kind of story?"
"A story!"
Coulson chuckled. Maggie seemed to have her priorities straight. "Well, I'm sure I have something-"
"Coulson!" Hill barged into his office loudly, throwing the door wide open. "Where is she?"
"Where…?"
"Aunt Ria!" Maggie squealed gleefully, upon seeing the new arrival.
"Ah! There she is." Hill immediately looked satisfied, closing the door behind her as she walked over to uncle and niece. "My little spy."
Maggie immediately reached out toward her aunt, who pulled her into her arms. Coulson immediately felt the absence of warmth when Maggie was out of his grasp.
"Hey, we were just about to have story time." Coulson protested, trying his best not to sound like a whining child. It wasn't working.
Hill just shot him a playful look as she hugged Maggie. Very few people were ever able to see this affectionate side of the deputy director. "Well, you've had your 'Uncle Phil' time with her. Now it's 'Aunt Ria' time." She declared, lightly tickling Maggie's abdomen. The toddler shrieked in laughter.
"What? I've only had her for twenty minutes." Coulson argued, glancing over at the clock. "We've barely done anything."
"Too bad, so sad. She's mine now." Hill teased, turning away with Maggie in her arms. "I'm the fun relative, anyway."
"I'll have you know I am very much fun."
"Really? According to who? I remember Skye calling you a - and I quote - 'stick in the mud' last week."
"That was probably after I shut down a very dangerous experiment idea she and Fitz cooked up in the lab, much to Simmons' protest."
"Exactly. Not really 'fun' material."
Coulson groaned. "What are you up to, Hill?"
"Making sure Maggie has fun, so she can come back more often." Hill asserted confidently.
"Fun!" Maggie interjected happily. Hill placed a big kiss on her cheek in reply, causing her to laugh again.
"Yes, I know, I'm amazingly fun. Thank you." Hill continued as Coulson just rolled his eyes.
He pursed his lips. "I have an idea."
"Oh, really? It's probably not a fun one." She quipped.
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes again. "It's a bet."
"Okay, those can be fun. Please continue."
"We each spend an hour with Maggie today, showing her how much 'fun' we each can be. After our hours are up, we'll sit her down and ask her who was more fun."
"That's not a bad idea." Hill nodded her consent. "And the loser?"
Coulson thought for a moment. "Helps Natasha and Steve potty train."
Both agents shuddered at the thought; the two Avengers had filled them in on the horrors of potty training a toddler, and the endless hours of sitting in the bathroom, reading books about going potty over and over again. Natasha was even able to recite some of them word for word.
Yeah, that was definitely not a choice activity.
"Alright. You're on, Fanboy." Hill accepted the challenge with a brave, determined expression, and shook Coulson's hand.
"Cute. You'll need that to win her over." Coulson taunted her. He then made a move to take Maggie back into his arms. "Now, then, I believe we were having a fun time before you came in and so rudely interrupted…"
"Aunt Ria! Story?" Maggie looked up at her aunt with big eyes, completely forgetting her previous request to Coulson. The deputy director tried (and failed) to hold back a smug grin as Coulson froze mid-arm reach and looked completely appalled.
"Of course, of course. I have stories at the ready just for you, Maggie, as well as many more fun things in my office. Say 'bye' to Uncle Phil!"
Okay, Maggie had already demonstrated and shown she possessed loyalty at her young age, Coulson figured. Surely she wouldn't just abandon him -
"Bye, Uncle Phil!"
Hill grinned again. Have fun sitting on the bathroom floor for hours.
Damn you, Maria Hill. Coulson internally cursed as he waved to the small child with a tight smile.
Hill's office was bigger than Coulson's, already contributing to winning Maggie over. There was room for the toddler to run around after hearing a plethora of stories, much to Hill's horror at the realization of how un-baby proofed her office actually was.
"No, no, no, let's not run into my desk." She practically begged as she covered the sharp corner with her hand for what felt like the millionth time.
Maggie looked up at her with a pout. "No fun."
Hill gaped at her. "I'm fun!" She protested. "I just don't want you to get hurt."
It was too late. Tears were welling up in the child's eyes. Oh, God, had Hill been too strict with her? Did she hurt Maggie's feelings? She didn't mean to! The agent swallowed back her genuine guilt and remorse. "Hey, now, don't cry. There are still things we can do..."
"I want Uncle Phil." The small girl sniffled, and Hill tried not to panic. It wasn't so much as the thought of losing the bet that scared her; she just wanted to build a strong bond with her close friends' daughter.
Then, she remembered she had sweets stashed in her office just for this reason. "Maggie, do you want some candy?"
Maggie nodded quietly.
The way to a child's heart is through her stomach, Hill figured, as she reached out a hand for Maggie to take. Complying, Maggie followed Hill around her desk to the drawers, where candy had been stuffed into. Hill smiled as she pulled out a bag of various chocolate sweets and placed it on top of her desk. She then pulled Maggie up into her arms and settled her on her lap as she sat down in her chair.
"Alright, so you've got lots of options here..." Hill reached around the redhead and opened the bag. "You've got your Twix, Hershey's, Reese's Pieces..."
Upon seeing M&M's in the bag, Hill immediately associated the small candy with choking. She was definitely not letting her niece choke on her watch. She cast the M&M's aside.
Aside from normal Hershey bars, there were also small chocolate kisses. Were they big enough? Or could she choke on those, too? Well, it's possible to choke on anything, really, if a person tried hard enough. But children don't purposely try to choke on things - it just happens because they don't know any better. How much time had Natasha and Steve taken on teaching Maggie to properly chew her food before swallowing? Hill really should have inquired before they left, damn. Why was such a trivial thing so complicated?
As Hill's head spun round and round, Maggie had picked up a Hershey's chocolate bar - thank God - and was struggling to open it. Hill fought back a smile as she helped the toddler rip it open.
"There we go, Maggie." Hill crumpled the wrapper up in her hand as Maggie took a bite. "Remember to take small bites, and chew it up before you swallow. And..." Wait, wait, wait - what if Maggie was allergic to something in the chocolate bar? Deathly allergic? Jesus, Hill was practically sending her to her grave, then!
But then she remembered Natasha and Steve would have warned her beforehand. Especially Natasha, considering how worried and paranoid she had been earlier. Phew. Hill could rest easily at night again.
God, since when had she become so worried? Is this what it felt like to be a parent? If so, she reasoned, that would explain how exhausted Natasha and Steve appeared to be sometimes, geez. And yet, the love they both expressed for Maggie was very visible and strong. Maggie had great parents.
"Thank you, Aunt Ria!" Maggie exclaimed in a singsong voice, pulling Hill out of her thoughts. She figured the small child had been taught to use her manners from a very young age.
"You're very welcome, Maggie." Hill replied with a warm smile, placing a kiss on Maggie's temple. She then saw the chocolate covering the toddler's face and hands.
"Well, looks like it's time to get you cleaned up..."
Then, another horrifying thought struck her: what if the candy had somehow been poisoned?!
Hill fought back a groan.
"Uncle Philllll..."
No, no, no, this should not be allowed. Damn that Maria Hill! She tired Maggie out enough for the toddler to sleep through Coulson's hour with her!
"Come on, Maggie. You don't want to sleep now, right? You'll miss so much fun stuff! 'Cause I'm fun!" Okay, despite the risk of his message interfering with Maggie's nap times for the rest of her childhood thus resulting in being on Natasha's bad side for God knows how long, Coulson can not lose this bet. He just can't afford to give Hill that satisfaction. "Do you want to play with any of my knickknacks? Collectibles? What do you want to do?"
Maggie yawned again, leaning her head against Coulson's chest. Damn, at this rate, she could win him over on anything. "M'not tired, Uncle Phil." She insisted, not even answering his question.
That didn't sound convincing in the slightest, either. Oh, God, was there any way to reverse the sweet lull of sleep in a child? Was it even possible?
He didn't argue with her. "I know."
"When will Mama and Daddy come back?"
That golden question managed to pull at every living person's heart strings every time it was asked by the small girl. Not to mention, Coulson couldn't get that sad, guilty expression of Steve out of his mind when the Avenger previously noted that was one of the first coherent string of words Maggie was able to say.
So Coulson tried not to let it bother him now. "They'll come back soon, baby girl. Just give them some time." He murmured next to her ear as he smoothed her red curls back.
"Story?"
That would definitely put her to sleep, Coulson knew. But as he looked down at her big, round eyes innocently looking up at him, he also knew he would not be able to turn down her request.
"Of course I'll tell you a story." He answered warmly, sitting down on the soft couch in his office with her still in his arms. "Who do you want to hear a story about?"
The young girl mulled over this for a moment before answering. "You."
That was a first. Every other time he had told her a story, it had gone along the lines of, "One time, your mom and dad did this," or, "One day, your Uncle Clint did this really stupid thing on a mission," or, even, "Your Uncle Tony was doing a dumb thing that would seriously hurt him so we all had to stop him..."
She had never inquired about Phil Coulson himself before.
"What kind of story?"
"Everything!" This girl.
"I'll tell you about the time I got to lead my own team for a while and help save S.H.I.E.L.D." Well, really, they actually rebuilt the damned thing, but that was part of an entire larger story that Coulson didn't feel was his to share.
This story would have to be watered down a lot, too. Many awful things happened during this time period, and many brave people lost their lives, or betrayed S.H.I.E.L.D. in the end. Characters and events would have to be purposely left out of the tale.
"A team?" Maggie yawned, not knowing that nugget of information about her uncle.
"Yeah, a team. Uncle Nick and Aunt Ria let me assemble my own team after your parents and uncles defeated Loki in the Battle of New York." He wasn't sure how much he himself was mentioned in that story when the Avengers told it to the toddler, but he at least figured that he wasn't described as "dead." Probably something more along the lines of "hurt really badly."
"You saved S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
"Sure did, baby girl." Coulson couldn't keep the pride out of his voice. "It all started with me and this very nice lady named Agent May…"
"Rise and shine, Agent."
Coulson groaned and blindly swatted at the hand that had poked his cheek. He had been sleeping quite peacefully before the newcomer had prodded him.
"Leave me alone, Hill. I'm off the clock." He grumbled.
"Not with the little monster currently taking up residence on top of your chest."
At her quip, Coulson realized there was pressure on top of his torso. It wasn't heavy, per se, but it was there. Realizing the arm he hadn't used to lash out at Hill was wrapped around the mysterious mass, he was able to identify it rather quickly.
He sighed, still not opening his eyes. "How long have we been out?"
"Well, your hour actually ended, like, 15 minutes ago. I've been watching you two sleeping beauties since then. Obviously, I took pictures and sent them to everyone, too."
"That's not creepy at all."
She snorted. "Coming from the guy who watched Captain America sleep."
"Well, I've obviously gotten better since then. I mean, I am an uncle to his daughter, after all."
"Thanks to Natasha."
Coulson cracked an eye open at that, and Hill threw her hands up in defense. "Kidding, kidding; I will acknowledge the fact that you and Steve have actually become friends since the Battle of New York."
"Thanks to me dying, but, whatever, it worked out."
"That's the spirit, Coulson."
He opened both eyes, craning his neck to try and assess Maggie's current situation. "Is she still out?"
"Like a baby." Hill confirmed.
"I blame you for tiring her out before my hour."
"All's fair in love and war."
"S-c-r-e-w you, Hill." He spelled out, not wanting Maggie to pick up on anything. Coulson had already heard the horror story of Clint and Tony frantically trying to unteach Maggie a curse word they had accidentally taught her while Natasha and Steve were away. Though Natasha would tell the story with an amused smile on her face, on the inside, Coulson knew she wouldn't hesitate to kick Clint and Tony's asses.
"The feeling's mutual."
Maggie began to stir moments later, as she accidentally hit Coulson's face with her fist mid-stretch while sleeping, much to Hill's delight. Oh, that deputy director was going to pay for all of this someday, Coulson swore.
"Uncle Phil?" Maggie inquired as she rubbed her tired eyes, while sitting up, still on top of his chest.
"Hey, sleepyhead. Did you sleep well?"
Maggie nodded while yawning, and then noticed Hill standing beside the couch.
"Aunt Ria." Maggie smiled, still half asleep, as she reached her small hands out towards the woman. "Up."
Had Steve been there, he would have tried to remind Maggie to say, "Please." Neither Hill nor Coulson seemed to care too much about manners at the moment, though.
Hill complied, pulling Maggie up into her arms for what felt like the millionth time that day. At least the redhead didn't seem to want to run into any walls or sharp objects at the given moment.
Coulson sat up, stretching his arms out. Luckily, he had taken off and hung up his suit jacket before lying down on the couch, so he would only have to deal with wrinkles in his dress shirt and pants, as was expected. He decided to man up and just take on the consequences head on. "So, Maggie, did you have fun today?"
Hill attempted to hide her triumphant grin as Maggie just blinked at him. "Can I see Uncle Nick?"
Neither agent had expected that. With a quick exchange of confused expressions over Maggie's head, they shrugged. It would be unfair of them to deprive the young girl of visiting rights with the director.
"I guess we can make the trip up." Hill grinned. "And after that, we can settle this bet."
Coulson rolled his eyes.
Maggie Rogers was a sociopath at age two, almost three, both Hill and Coulson were convinced.
She switched off between the two agents, dragging them along as she giggled and babbled to every single agent they passed. Every. Single. One.
Most of the agents' responses were at least some kind of friendly, as they would wave back and greet her in return. Should they try to engage in more conversation with her, Maggie would just laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world.
Hell, Coulson thought for sure that if he were to die, right now, the last thing he would hear was that girl's laughter.
It made traveling through the Triskelion tedious at best, and really did a number on Hill and Coulson's reputations as the tough deputy director and man back from the dead, respectively. Both of them should obviously be stronger than a toddler, but the long going display seemed to disprove that.
"Lalalalala!" Maggie rambled as she ran a hand over the cool metal of each filing cabinet they passed by, dragging Hill behind her in an almost jog. Almost.
Coulson tried to not compare it to walking a dog. He had a feeling someone would snap his neck for making such a comparison.
"Do we have to touch every cabinet we pass?" Hill muttered through grit teeth. Maggie sharply changed direction at a corner, almost sending the deputy director into a wall. Coulson held back a laugh.
Maggie stopped by a vacant desk. "Aunt Ria! Whose desk?"
"Um," Hill leaned over to glance at the name plate. "Agent Laurel."
Nobody was occupying the space, but that didn't stop Maggie. "Hi, Agent Laurel!" Pause. Hill braced herself. "Bye, Agent Laurel!"
As expected, Maggie pulled Hill away quickly.
Really, the entire building had become Maggie's playground. Coulson tried not to think of what would happen when she got older and Clint introduced her to the world of air ventilation systems. It was inevitable and frightening.
"Maybe you shouldn't have given her more candy before we left." Coulson quipped as he watched Hill try to goad Maggie out of barging into a conference room.
"Maybe you shouldn't be such a smart a-s-s." Hill glared back at him as she gave up and just picked Maggie up.
"Hey!" The toddler protested, squirming in Hill's grasp.
"Come on, little spy, don't you want to go see Uncle Nick?"
"Yeah!"
"Well, he's definitely not in this room. We have to take the elevator."
"Oh, okay!"
Really? Maggie accepted an answer opposing her own views that quickly? Unbelievable. Coulson shook his head in exasperation as he followed the two females towards the elevators.
As the elevator AI recognized Hill and Coulson aloud (it had been programmed to also recognize Maggie, but not audibly project it), Maggie greeted the robotic voice, expecting it to be as friendly as JARVIS. As expected by the agents, however, it wasn't, which almost caused another breakdown from Maggie feeling extremely offended, but Coulson and Hill managed to calm her down before tears could actually fall.
After that, the rest of the elevator ride was peaceful. The two agents received very interesting looks from people coming and going, but Maggie managed to bring people's attention more to herself with her loud greetings and questions.
"Uncle Nick!" Maggie called when the elevator doors opened up on the floor director's office.
"We gotta go inside his office first, silly." Hill teased as they entered through the glass doors.
At the sound of his doors opening, Fury looked up from the file lying in front of him on his desk. His face immediately broke out in a small smile at the sight of the newcomer.
"Well, look who it is."
"Uncle Nick!" Maggie cheered, squirming in Hill's arms. Smirking in amusement, the deputy director released the small child. As soon as her feet hit the ground, Maggie ran towards Fury's desk. Hill felt the now familiar frantic worry of, "Wait, no, don't run, you'll fall!", but she relaxed as Fury met the toddler halfway. Coulson smiled at the adorable scene.
"Hey, Maggie. How are you today?" Fury inquired as he lifted her.
"I'm good, Uncle Nick! I'm good!" Maggie happily answered.
"Have you been having fun with your aunt and uncle?" Fury sent the two agents an amused expression over Maggie's head. Hill just shrugged while Coulson didn't react at all.
"Uh-huh!" Ah, yes, finally, the bet would come to an end. Maggie's next words determined the fates of the two agents and who would be contributing to the potty training cause.
Maggie continued happily. "Aunt Ria gave me candy!" Hill shot Coulson a triumphant look, to which he just shrugged.
"And Uncle Phil saved S.H.I.E.L.D.!" At that, Hill gave Coulson the dirtiest look imaginable. Of course Maggie would prefer the person who saved the world! If looks could kill...
Fury noticed the silent interaction between the two agents standing in front of him as Maggie continued on to describe their adventures of exploring the Triskelion. He resisted the urge to roll his eye; of course, leave it to two of his top agents to turn everything into some sort of competition.
"Uncle Nick, can we play now?"
The innocent, yet excited question pulled the three agents out of their competitive and observant trances.
Fury smiled with a small nod, setting Maggie down on the floor. "Of course. Let me go get the tub."
"The tub?" Hill and Coulson looked at each other with confused expressions.
Fury walked back over to his desk, and pulled out a decently-sized plastic tub of various toys. Maggie clapped at the sight while Coulson and Hill gaped at the director.
"It's called 'compartmentalization.' Nobody knows everything." Fury quipped as he returned to the group and set the container down besides the eager child. "Meaning, I may or may not have had some 'playdates' with Ms. Rogers here already."
Hill looked betrayed. "What! You've had her here before without telling us?" She was practically pouting.
"On the few occasions Rogers or Romanoff have had to come in for something short, they always bring her up here for a visit. The visits always ended up going long, so I've adapted to being prepared." Fury's voice was filled with a subtle pride as Maggie handed him a dinosaur figure to play as. It was obvious this was a routine of some sort.
"Wow. I feel like I've been stripped of some of my rights as an uncle." Coulson commented dryly as he realized he had missed out on seeing Maggie more times than he would like to count.
"You're just upset 'cause I get to play with your idol's child more than you do." Fury deadpanned before turning back to Maggie and imitating the sound of a dinosaur growling. Oh, what a sight.
"That has nothing to do with this." Coulson protested.
Hill rolled her eyes. "Alright, enough. We need to settle the bet, so before you get too far into your make-believe game, we need Maggie's input."
Fury snorted. "Did you two bet on who she would find the most fun to be with?" He raised an eyebrow as Maggie declared her pony figurine to be the sister of Fury's dinosaur.
"We need an answer." Hill dismissed the question.
"The fate of Maggie's potty training is on the line right now." Coulson added.
"Seriously? Loser gets potty training duty? That's tough, even for you guys." Fury shook his head. "Alright, let's see...
"Maggie, who is the most fun? Your Uncle Phil, or Aunt Ria?"
Maggie looked up at the director with a questioning look. "Uncle Nick?"
"You have to choose between Uncle Phil and Aunt Ria." Fury reiterated.
"Uncle Nick!" Maggie declared, holding up their plastic figures in her small hands. "Uncle Nick has toys!"
Coulson and Hill shot each other despairing looks. If Maggie didn't give them an answer...
"Who do you love more: Uncle Phil, or Aunt Ria?"
"I love Uncle Clint."
Wow, were they even on the child's list of close relatives?!
"Alright, there's your answer. You both get bathroom duty." Fury cut off any further discussion. "Now sit down, grab a creature, and play pretend with us."
Talk about being screwed over.
"Do you have to go yet?"
"No." Maggie sounded so nonchalant, it revived Coulson's previous thoughts of her being a sociopath and enjoying torturing her S.H.I.E.L.D. relatives.
Hill suppressed a groan, leaning her head back against the bathroom cabinet in exasperation. Maggie innocently swung her legs from her sitting position up on top of the toilet.
"Can you read me the story again?"
Coulson's face was stuck in a pained smile. "But we already read it so many times."
"I wanna hear it again!"
"Then will you go potty?" Hill hoped bargaining would get them somewhere. She was convinced she could hear Natasha laughing from the other room. Damn her.
Maggie thought for a moment. "Maybe." She really was Natasha's daughter.
Coulson sighed. "Alright, alright…" He flipped open the children's book and began reading.
"'Little Sally had to go potty…'"
Hill realized she was unconsciously mouthing the words of this book that she now knew by heart.
Damn those Rogers girls!
A/N: This literally turned into a collection of fluffy headcanons I'm sorry I just really liked the idea of worried mother!Hill, and her and Coulson having a very snarky relationship and just everything so I'm sorry if everyone was ooc ;o;
I also have A) very limited knowledge of toddlers B) even further limited knowledge of potty training except for what my mom's told me (I apparently caused her to miss my sister's first steps, bahaha) so yeah
