Chapter 6-Baby talk

By: MysticFantasy

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"Guess it's just you and me today little man." Tony mused as he carried James into the newly built and decorated play room made just for the ten month old boy. "Mommy and daddy need some time together for a while and the others are the same story. Oh well. This is my chance to spoil you rotten and I am not going to let anything ruin that."

Tony placed James in his exersaucer and then sat down in front of him as the child became entranced with the colorful items around him.

"You know, I wonder if you're able to say words yet." Tony wondered. "Jarvis, start recording. I want to try to catch James' first word."

"Of course sir."

"James, say 'Tony'."

James looked at Tony and merely smiled.

"Come on kid. Your mom and dad would be shocked beyond belief if I got you to say your first word. Say 'Black Widow'."

"Baabaa." James gurgled.

"Well, you're close to saying bottle." Tony said. "Say 'Captain America'."

"Ababa."

"You're getting better." Tony said. "Say 'Iron Man' or 'Thor'. Maybe 'Hulk'."

James only continued to babble happily, his focus mainly on the toys.

"Ok, we're a little distracted here." Tony said and gently picked up the little boy. He then walked over to the padded mat that was decorated with different colored letters, numbers and shapes.

He placed James down and sat the child down. James then proceeded to flop onto his belly and then crawl to the pile of toys that was slightly bigger than him.

"Come back here tiny." Tony said turning James to crawl the opposite direction. "Come on James. Say something."

"Mababa."

"Well, I guess that's a start." Tony said picking up the child, lying on his back and holding James above him. "Come on champ. You're Captain America's son. He's an over achiever. You're bound to have some of that in ya. Can you at least answer how many Avengers live here?"

"Abba."

"That's right." Tony mused. "Abba. Can you tell me how old you are?"

"Oooo."

"Right again. You are so smart. You definatly get that from your Uncle Tony. Yes you do. Yes you do. You're gonna grow up to be so smart. I'll even teach you how to make your own robots. Maybe we can even make you your own suit like mine. Design is going to be tricky though. Trying to put together Captain America, Black Widow and Iron Man. Colors are gonna be tricky too. Maybe we should just wait until you're older and you figure out your hero name. You wanna do that? Wait until you're as big and strong as your daddy. Yeah. Then we can make you all kinds of cool toys."

James seemed to understand Tony as he smiled greatly.

"Alright. We're gonna make you some cool rays and boots to fly around to different places. Then your mommy and daddy can slap me silly for making you such things."

"How about I do that now?"

Tony looked up and spotted the parent's of the child he's holding.

"I don't think you want to start getting ideas of making my son his own version of your suit." Natasha warned as she walked into the play room.

"Natasha, I'm sure Tony was just kidding." Steve said as he went over and took James into his arms.

"Thanks Cap. Take my source of protection." Tony joked as he stood up. "So how'd you two enjoy your afternoon off?"

"It was pleasant." Steve answered. "But I'm just glad to be back to put James down for his nap before he got cranky."

"Me too." Tony said as Steve walked out of the room with his son.

As soon as the captain was out of the room, Tony turned his attention to the Black Widow who still had a stern gaze fixed on him.

"Hey, come on. Don't tell me that you don't think he might grow up to be like you and Steve." the genius said.

"That's actually what I'm afraid of." Natasha said lowering her eyes and her stern gaze softening a bit.

"But he'd be an awesome hero." Tony pointed out. "The son of Captain America and the Black Widow. Tell me that doesn't strike fear."

"It does but...being a mother has changed me Tony." Natasha admitted. "The idea of letting my little boy do the things that Steve and I do...It scares me."

"And you have every right to feel that way. He's your only son and child. The jewel of your eye, light of your life, brightest star in the sky...Anyway, what are you going to do when he's older?"

"If he somehow has powers of his own, then I'll personally train him so that he knows how to protect himself. As for running around the world and taking out bad guys...I'm not allowing it until I see good enough evidence that he can hold himself in the field."

"Good enough for me." Tony exclaimed.

"But he is going to pick out his own suit." Natasha stated.

"Fair enough." Tony agreed. "And the whole being a mother changing you thing, it just makes you even more fierce. You have something great worth protecting."

"You do too Tony." Natasha said with a smirk.

"Prove it."

"Jarvis made me a copy of you trying to get James to say his first word."

"Jarvis, your traitor!"