Clint let out a sigh of relief when Thor and Loki flashed back to Asgard.
The rainbow light was beautiful.
Clint was staring at it so intently, he didn't notice that something seemed to be wrong with Bruce.
Nor did he realize that the doctor was shrinking.
And growing younger.
Until left in the once-man's place was a baby.
Natasha let out a cry of shock, instantly drawing CLints attention to the sight.
"What in the world...?" Steve said in complete shock.
"It that...Bruce?" Tony said, looking like he couldn't decide whether to laugh or look somber.
"Loki must have done something to him." Natasha said, glaring at the sky where the god of mischief had disappeared.
"Well...WHY ARE WE ALL SO CALM ABOUT THIS!" Tony shrieked, wringing his hands.
"Calm down, Tony!" Steve said. "We'll just have to look in the books about Asgardian legend to see if we can fix this. If not, we'll just wait until the next time Thor visits earth."
"But until then, what are we going to do with Baby Bruce?!" Tony asked.
"Take him back to your big ugly tower." Clint suggested.
Natasha smirked.
"I don't know how to take care of a baby!" Tony exclaimed.
Natasha and Clint sighed. They knew that they were the only ones who did.
"Fine. Clint and I will come to your tower to help you take care of him."
Tony looked like he had mixed feelings about that, but Natasha didn't really care. She turned to Steve.
"Steve, you might as well come to the tower also."
Steve shrugged. He hadn't found anywhere else to live.
"Okay!" Tony clapped. "Go team!"
Baby Bruce let out a cry.