Here's the next chapter! I hope you like it! Tony: You should all review too. Me: Yay! Tony finally supports my life choices and wants something good to happen to me! Tony: No, I just know you write faster with reviews and I want to be an adult again.

"Coulson! There is a slight problem!" The two agents ran into the room to see Clint sitting awkwardly on the couch, surrounded by the children.

"You….you're an adult again."

"Oh, really?! I hadn't noticed!" Unfortunately, all their yelling woke up the remaining kids. They all stared at him in shock and confusion.

"Who the heck are you?!" Steve asked, rubbing his eyes sleepily, trying to wake up more so he could formally meet and inspect the intruder.

"I'm Clint."

"You're not Clint! You're a grown up!"

"Um….I'm big Clint."

"You are future Clint?" Thor asked.

"Yeah, sure. Um, little Clint went back to his own time." They all nodded, accepting the fact that the man was from the future and their friend was sent back to the past. Hill looked around, noticing that the kids were all still tired and it was around 2 in the morning.

"How about you guys go back to sleep? We can talk more in the morning. Clint, let's go into the kitchen." Clint nodded and the children all relaxed into the sofa, the three adults leaving.

"What do you remember?" Coulson asked when they were out of earshot of the children.

"Everything, You two are terrible babysitters." Hill sighed.

"Well, hopefully you're good with children." Clint scoffed.

"I grew up in a circus. I love children!" There was a moment of awkward silence.

"What made you become an adult again? Maybe we can trigger it in the others." Hill asked.

"I'm not sure. I was asleep when it happened. I think I was having a dream."

"What about?"

"We were all at the park, children us. Tony and I were hanging out and we were all racing together again. It's weird. When I was a kid, I never really made friends. I was scared to, because the circus moved around too much and I didn't want to become attached to anyone or anything, but I bonded with these guys pretty quickly."

"Maybe the power of friendship brought you back?" Coulson suggested and they all laughed, but they knew deep down it was a possibility. It wouldn't have been the weirdest thing to happen.

"Actually…..no, no. If that were true almost all of us would be adults again. Natasha and Tony bonded in the beginning and I'm pretty sure it's safe to say that we're all friends at this point." They all nodded and it was once again awkwardly silence. Clint faked a yawn. "Alright, well, I'm tired and I'm going to sleep. See you in the morning." He left and the other two followed his out shortly after.

When they woke up the next morning, Tony was sitting at the kitchen table once again.

"Tony, what'cha doing?" Tony looked up at Clint, who had been the first to walk in, then turned back to his small invention.

"I...I'm making a remote control for the toaster….sir." He appeared to feel very awkward around his now adult friend.

"That's really neat. And you don't have to call me sir, Tones. We're still pals." He looked up again, shock and surprise in his eyes.

"But you're a grown up now." Clint shrugged and slid into the seat next to him.

"So?"

"Why would you want to be friends with me, a little kid, when you're an adult?" Clint smiled and ruffled the kid's hair, successfully being the first adult to touch him without causing him to flinch.

"Because you're, like, the coolest kid I've ever met!" Tony giggled a little when he looked up to see the grin and bright eyes of the archer.

"So, we're still friends?" He asked, still a little doubtful.

"Not just friends, kid! I remember we said something about best friends!"

Coulson and Hill walked into the kitchen half an hour later and laughed to themselves as they saw Tony and Clint, attempting to make what appeared to be pancake batter. It was all over them, the floor, and the counter, which Clint was standing behind Tony at. Together they were mixing some kind of gooey batter in a big clear bowl with a wooden spoon.

"Hey, guys. What are you doing?" They both looked up, their faces equally covered in flour.

"Clint and I are making pancakes!" Tony grinned and then laughed as Clint put some batter on his nose.

"We're the best bakers ever, right Tony?" Clint asked as he picked Tony up to avoid getting a big glob of batter on his face as well, delivered by tiny fingers. Clint placed Tony on the counter and wiped a cloth across his face to get some of the baking materials off.

"How about you two go wake up the other kids and we'll finish up these." Tony nodded eagerly and Clint got him off the counter, holding his small hand as they walked into the living room. Hill and Coulson were alone in the kitchen.

"He made Tony laugh and goof around." Coulson observed, flipping a pancake.

"Yeah, Tony hasn't even warmed up to us yet, and he just met adult Clint." Hill answered, grabbing some plates from the cabinet.

"Well, adult Clint and Tony are friends, and young Clint and Tony were friends, so I guess adult Clint and young Tony can be friends easily, too." They put the pile of pancakes on a large platter and placed it on the now set table as the kids, and Clint, walked or ran in. Clint sat in the middle of Tony and Steve, next to Steve was Thor, then Bruce, then Coulson, Hill, and finally Natasha sat between her and Tony. They were about to start eating when Steve spoke up.

"Flying, unicorns, talking lions, fire breathing doggies, magical beans, doing a cartwheel." They all stared at him as he smiled proudly.

"Uum, what were those?" Coulson asked unsure of the kid's sanity. Steve only grinned more and looked at Tony.

"Well, yesterday Tony said that he thinks of 6 impossible things before breakfast. So, those were mine. Flying, unicorns, talking lions, fire breathing doggies, magic beans, and doing a cartwheel."

"Going to space, blowing up the moon, eating an entire rack of ribs, being the president, dragons, 20 push ups." Bruce stated.

"Flying fish, flying pigs, flying goats, flying cats, flying cows, flying horses." Natasha said and they all giggled.

"Eating 40 pizzas, eating 40 burgers, eating 40 icecream cones, eating 40 cakes, eating 400 donuts, eating 400 cookies."

"Wielding mjolnir, making my brother behave, destroying the bifrost, killing odin, lifting an elephant, wiping out the entire race of frost giants." Most of the things Thor said actually happened. However, one of the things he said reminded Hill of something. She turned to Coulson.

"Do you think Loki could fix this?" He seemed to think on it.

"Maybe, but how would we contact him?' Thor perked up.

"My brother? Is my brother here?"

"Well, no...but we need him to be. Do you know how to get him here?" Thor nodded and smiled, pulling out a small necklace from around his neck that they had failed to notice before.

"When my brother and I go to school, he gets lonely, so we each have these necklaces that he put magic on so we can talk to each other." He placed it on the table. It was small disk with a twistable knob on the top between the two pieces of metal that connected it to the chain. The disk was glossy and stone like, hued in a dark red. Thor turned the knob and it began to glow. Suddenly, a voice came softly out of it.

"Thor, what do you want?!" The kid looked confused as a voice that was not his brother's echoed through from the necklace.

"L-Loki? Is that you?"

"Thor?"

"Uuum, yes? Where is my brother? Why do you have his necklace?"

"Thor, calm down. It is me. I'm an adult, and you, clearly, are not. Is there an adult near you brother?" Hill picked it up by the chain.

"Loki, this is agent Hill of SHIELD."

"What is SHIELD doing with my brother and why is he a kid?"

"There was an accident. All the Avengers were turned to children."

"And you want my help."

"Yes."

"How do you know that I won't just take advantage of this situation and take over the world why you are defenseless?" Thor had been paying close attention to the conversation and became scared as he heard Loki say this.

"Wh-why would you take over the world? Brother, what are you talking about?" He was on the verge of tears.

"No, Thor, it's okay. I was just kidding." Loki said, obviously trying to make thor feel better. It worked.

"So you'll help us?" Thor asked hopefully. Really, Loki had no choice. Plus, it was no fun taking over the world when there was no battle.

"Fine. Avenger's tower, I assume?" They didn't have a chance to respond before Loki appeared standing behind Tony, who turned around and screamed. Clint quickly grabbed him and calmed him down, and nobody missed how Natasha picked up a fork from the table and twirled it in her fingers calmly, glaring at Loki. The god of mischief was wearing tight black pants that looked like skinny jeans and a dark green long sleeve shirt with gold stripes.

"Who is who?" He asked, taking a look at each of the children.

"I'm Steve!"

"I'm Bruce." No one else went to say anything.

"This is Natasha." Hill said, gesturing at the sly eyes girl.

"You must be Tony, then." Loki answered, looking at the boy in Clint's lap. He nodded, still spooked from when the man had first appeared. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" As he finished the sentence a figure of a cat appeared on the table. Steve jumped up on his chair and tried to pet it, but his hand went right through.

"Why can't I pet the cat!?" He said sulkily and Loki chuckled.

"It's just an illusion."

"Like a hologram?" Tony asked shyly. Thor jumped up and began to try and pet the cat too.

"No, Loki uses magic!" he announced laughing as Bruce joined them, playing with the fake cat.

"But magics not real. 'Magic's just science that we don't understand yet.'"

"No! He has magic! Brother, tell him!"

"It's true, Anthony." Loki said, smirking as Steve almost fell off the table that he was standing on, trying to catch the now floating cat that leaped through the air.

"He likes to be called Tony, not Anthony!" The giggling blond shouted.

"Can he not speak for himself?"

"He's too polite and shy!" Bruce laughed.

"Well, once I get you guys back to normal, he'll be an arrogant fool once again."

"He's not an arrogant fool! He's my friend!" Steve yelled madly as Hill lifted him off the table he was standing on.

"Loki, can you put the cat on the floor? And stop messing with them and fix this." Coulson said. Loki obliged and soon there were 4 cats scurrying across the kitchen floor while the kids chased them,

"Why is Clint not a child also?" Loki asked, staring questionably at the adult with Tony in his lap.

"I was until I woke up this morning."

"Hmm, something must trigger the change. What were you feeling before you changed back?"

"Well, I was having a dream about playing with all the other kids, and then I woke up."

"Happiness changes them back? No….what were your fears as a child?"

"Well, I used to be scared of making friends, but other than that I was pretty chill. I did grow up in a circus after all." Loki thought on this.

"I have an idea on what caused the change, but I'll need to talk to the kids." Hill went into the living room which the kids had chased the cats into and came back with Bruce, Steve, and Thor behind her.

"Hello, children."

"Hi brother!" Thor yelled, running up to him and hugging his legs. Loki stiffened and looked confused on what to do until he slowly put a hand on Thor's shoulder.

"Yes….hello. To properly introduce myself, I am Loki, Thor's …." he was about to say younger, but looking at the 12 year old he changed his mind "brother. I am here to help you return to normal, so to start, I just need to know what all your fears are."

"I'm scared of bugs! Theyre so gross," Bruce shouted excitedly. Loki scoffed.

"Think a little deeper, maybe not a physical thing, but a mental one."

"Well, I don't like being alone. It makes me sad." Loki smiled and nodded.

"Yes, good. Anyone else?"

"I don't like not being the best! I always want to be the best!" The god chuckled at his brother.

"Why, yes. I know that. What about you Natasha?"

"Not being good enough. I'll get in trouble."

"My mom says when I was little I used to cry every time she rearranged the furniture!" Steve said giggling while he and Bruce played rock paper scissors shoot.

"So you dislike change?"

"Yes!"

"That leaves you Tony. What are you afraid of?" Tony looked down sad and shy.

"I don't know, sir."

"Tony's not scared of anything! He's the bravest kid ever!" Steve shouted followed by a chorus of "yeah!"s from all the other children. They all giggled as they saw Tony smile a bit from under his bangs and turned away head.

"Well, just because you're brave doesn't mean you are not scared. "Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?''That is the only time a man can be brave,''" Tony looked up with a grin and they all stared at Loki.

"You just quoted to him." Steve stated the obvious.

"Yes, quotes are a very elegant way to say words that you couldn't think of. I believe Marlene Dietrich once said an interesting phrase about this.' I love quotations because it-"

"-is a joy to find thoughts one might have, beautifully expressed with much authority by someone recognized wiser than oneself." Tony finished for him, sharing a look and a smile.

"So Tony, what would you say you are most scared of?" Loki asked as everyone giggled at them.

"I''m sorry, I don't know."

"I'm sure we'll figure it out."

"Why do you need to know our fears?" They had begun eating the food they had abandoned when Loki had first arrived and Steve had asked this with a mouthful of pancake and syrup.

"I believe that the way you change back is by overcoming your childhood fears. Clint's was making friends, but as he made friends with you, he became an adult again. I will have to stay with you for a bit to be positive."

"I'm sure we can set you up in a spare room, Loki." Hill answered.

"Yes, there is a spare bedroom down the hall from the two you have been living in." Jarvis informed them.

"I won't be here long, just enough to prove my theory and then fix the others so I continue being a normal villain, not a babysitting one."

"Well, until then I'm sure we could use an extra hand in taking care of them." As Hill said this, Thor flung a pancake across the room, landing squarely, or rather, roundly, on Steve's face, who then jumped across the table, pouring syrup in the small gods lap. While he was stretched across, Bruce began to cover his back with butter. Tony and Natasha both sighed and shared a look of disappointment as the adults tried to stop the rambunctious kids.

"Thor! Put down the pancake, brother!"

"No, Steve stop trying to stab him with a knife!"

"Butter war!"

"Clint, no, you're not helping. Bruce, syrup is not shampoo! Stop pouring it on yours and everyone else's heads!" In the end, Loki snapped his fingers and all the pancakes, butter, and syrup disappeared, thinning out the arsenal. Natasha and Tony chucked to themselves as the boys were each dragged away from each other (well, no one dared try and drag Bruce away so he continued to cover the table in syrup while Loki grabbed Thor and Clint grabbed Steve). Once everyone calmed down, Loki followed them out to the living room, being dragged by Steve, who was grasping his hand and saying he wanted to play hide and seek. Hill, Clint, and Coulson shared a look once they were alone.

"Are we really trusting them with Loki?" Coulson asked, imagining all the ways Loki could take advantage of the situation.

"Do we really have any other options?" Clint sighed. "Plus, look at the way he's playing with them. He won't hurt them when they're kids." They began clearing the table and washing the dishes, but stopped 5 minutes later when Loki ran in, grasping Tony's hand in his.

"We can't find the other kids." Tony said quickly, looking like he was going to cry.

"What? What do you mean you can't find the others!?" Coulson yelled, causing Tony to grab onto Loki's leg.

"I'm sorry!" He cried, hiding his face. Coulson sighed and walked over, picking up the boy.

"I'm sorry I yelled Tony. Well, actually, I'm just sorry I yelled at you." He balanced the boy on his hip and turned to Loki, who actually looked a little panicked for once.

"We were playing a game called hide and seek and we looked everywhere but they are nowhere to be found."

"I'll check the vents." Clint said and climbed on top of the fridge and into the hole above it. He yelled down a few moments later. "I found Nat!" This was followed by a string of Russian words from the little girl, which Clint replied to in the same language.

"Does anyone know what they are saying?" Hill asked, looking at Loki, but Tony answered.

"She said she wanted to win the game, but Clint told her it was over so they're coming out now." As he finished, they dropped out of the ducts.

"You speak russian?" Natasha asked.

"Yes."

"Khoroshiy." (Nice). Clint answered.

"my dolzhny nayti detey." (We must find the children). Loki reminded them.

"Why do you all speak russian!?" Coulson yelled, aggravated that he didn't understand what they were saying. They probably each would have answered back with something snarky in the language, but they heard a giggle from the other room. They ran out, hoping that one of the kids had come out of hiding. They found a small boy, but unfortunately, it wasn't one of the avengers.

Oh no! So, all the kids except for Tony are missing and another boy is in the tower! Also, Loki is here! Sorry, gotta have me some Loki. Thanks for reading! Loki: I don't wish to be in this story. Me: You don't have a choice :)