Disclaimer: I do not own Skye, Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Grant Ward, or FitzSimmons. I only own the variation I have created off of this very popular idea.
I firstly must thank Neeeeeal who, as the author of Turn Back Time, has done such a very interesting and lovely job on their story I wanted to give my attempt of it a go.
However, because I cannot find B.J. Britt's wiki page or his age, I'm going with Ward. But that's not the only reason. It's because with the Hydra plot, I see no room or logical way for this story to make sense. So... It's AUish. Ward isn't hydra. Yay! Because I really did love Ward.
Warning, MAY include Avengers. I upped the rating for my own comfort.
Coulson was pacing back and forth, looking at his watch as May came down in a tank top and yoga pants prepared for work. May was ready to teach her tai chi class, well enough to get out of the house and Coulson had to go and address these clients. Apparently a certain playboy philanthropist let it slip to Hill that Coulson was planning on being a stay at home dad and that just couldn't do. So, with his degrees in his briefcase, Maria ordered him to go and take these clients, before people got suspicious.
And of course, they only had one car, so May would have to wait at the community center for an extra hour if Coulson's clients were late. It was a last minute thing, and Coulson was needed in his "office" which Maria and Tony graciously included. But who would watch the kids?
"Phil, calm down. He'll be here," May says pulling her hair back into a pony tail as the kids came around her.
"Mummy?" Jemma pouts, spaghetti sauce all over her top lip. May knelt down, grabbing a napkin from her purse and cleaned the child's face.
"Mummy? When will you and daddy be home?" Leo asked, continuing for his sister.
"Late," May says, disposing of the napkin. She looked at them, their clothes covered in a mixture of chalk and spaghetti sauce, "So you better be in bed when we get home."
Just before any of the kids could say anything, a loud heavy knock echoed. Coulson turned, opening the door to see Thor standing there with a smile. He was wearing a black muscle shirt and ripped jeans, with his hair perfectly messy. He looked hot, but May had no time to dwell on that before Coulson led her to the door.
"Aye, son of Coul I am honored that you trust me to-"
"Yeah," Coulson tried to flash a smile, "Thor we need to go. The kids had dinner, make sure they're in bed by eight, except for Grant he can go to bed at 8:30. They all need a bath."
"Do not worry, they shall be in good hands."
The moment the car disappeared around the corner, the kids stared up at Thor. Skye, had a big smile on her face as Thor smiled.
"Which of you younglings wish to bathe first?"
Leo blinked, staring at the door and then at Thor. His bottom lip popped out and his eyes shined. Grant, wanting to avoid the ever obvious battle between the adult and Skye over a bath quickly retreated upstairs to take a shower. He didn't want to be around to see Skye giving the Asgardian prince a hard time.
However, Thor was confused by the sad look Leo was giving him. Leo sniffled, bursting into tears and crying for his mummy and daddy. Thor was taken aback, unsure what to say or do as Leo sat in the main hallway, crying. Skye and Jemma looked at Thor unsure what to do, Jemma kneeling down to try and talk sense to Leo. But Leo wouldn't have it, he just cried and cried.
"Youngling!" Thor tried to reason, "Do not cry. Phil Son of Coul and his companion will return home soon."
"I WANT MUMMY!" Leo screamed as Thor lifted him from the bathtub.
During Grant's shower, Thor tried everything to get Leo to stop crying. Thor tickled him, hugged him as gently as he could, tried to comfort him, ordered him like the Prince he was, and bribed him. None of that worked, he couldn't calm the young boy down while Jemma took a bath. The only reason Thor wasn't in there to monitor her was because, and he quotes, "Men can't see girls naked. Only girls can see girls in a bathtub."
So, Thor drew the bath and let Jemma give herself a bath, Skye sitting on the closed toilet kid to help her if she was needed. After Jemma took a bath, Thor took Leo to take a bath. Leo would just cry and cry, saying he wanted his mummy and his daddy.
"Youngling," Thor sighed, getting Leo dried off and into his pajamas, his green footie pajamas, "Please stop crying!"
Leo sniffled, looking at Thor sad. Thor smiled, suddenly getting a really good idea. Thor carried Leo into the kitchen, placing him down and grabbing a large carton of ice-cream from the freezer. Leo stopped crying, staring at the Chunky Monkey icecream as Thor ripped the top off. He placed the carton down, about to figure out how much to give Leo when he was distracted. Thor left the carton and Leo in the table, running into the living room to see Jemma, in nothing but her tinker bell underwear searching through the toy chest. Grant sat on the couch, in his Giants football pajamas, while Skye was painting the walls.
"Jemma you need to put on your pajamas!"
"But I don't want to! I wanna wear my dress!"
"But you can't!"
"Why not?"
"Because!"
Thor watched the two children argue, Jemma holding her Anna dress. Grant had his arms stubbornly crossed over his chest, trying to use his she to his advantage. Thor opened his mouth for a moment before closing it. Then he opened it again.
"Young lady, why don't you put on your pajamas?"
"Because I wanna wear my Anna Dress!"
"What is this Anna Dress?" Thor asked, only for Skye to speak up.
"Anna's a princess! And Grant wants to marry her!" Skye teased, as everyone turned to look at her. Her face was covered in red and yellow, her arms and hands were full on purple. Thor blinked, curious on where she got the paint, but before he could explore on either subjects, Grant spoke up.
"IS NOT!"
"IS TOO!"
"IS NOT!"
"IS TOO!"
"YOU LITTLE LIAR!" Grant shouted, the fight match turning away from Jemma to Skye, Grant screaming at Skye that it wasn't true and that he hoped she married Hans while Skye screamed in outrage and soon went to threatening his books. Thor looked back and forth, watching as Jemma got stuck trying to put her dress on and listening to Leo's faint cries of brain freeze.
What did the son of Asgard get himself into?
Thor plopped down onto the couch, exhausted with the children around him. A half hour later, Thor had finally gotten everyone settled. Grant sat on his right, eating a small bowl of vanilla ice-cream while Skye, Jemma and Leo sat on the floor at his feet. The youngest was still covered in her paint, still in her dirty clothes with the bath long forgotten while her older sister was in her Anna dress and had the biggest smile. They were sharing a pint of Ben and Jerry's Mint Chocolate Chip. Leo, in his pajamas, had ice-cream all over his face and the pint in his lap. All three of them had this crazy sugar crazed look in their eyes.
Thor looked at the time, frowning, "What shall we do now?"
Jemma had bolted over to the DVD rack and grabbed a DVD screaming at the top of her lungs, "FROZEN FROZEN FROZEN!" With Skye echoing her.
"What is this Frozen?" Thor asked, only for Skye and Jemma to look at him with identical serious looks. Jemma took the DVD out and goes to place it in the player, ignoring Grants protests.
"Shh," Coulson whispers, hand on the doorknob,"I don't want to wake the kids."
It was 9:45, Coulson's client had been late and the session had ran long. So May was left to wait for him longer than he anticipated. For the entire drive, he had been apologizing none stop until May threatened to hit him. Pulling up in the driveway, both agents saw that the house was still standing and felt relieved. Maybe Thor was more capable than they thought.
That was destroyed the moment the door opened, the only thing that was heard was the low bellowing of a man singing.
"LET IT GO! LET IT GO! I AM ONE WITH THE WIND AND SKY!"
Quickly and quietly closing the door, both of them went to where the source of it was. Poking their heads into the living room, their mouths fall open at the sight. Leo was sprawled across the floor, with all the couch pillows around him, a half empty container of Chunky Monkey near his hand. He was still holding the spoon, and had so much ice-cream on his face he was gonna be sticky for a month. Grant was on the couch, holding one of the pillows over his head as he listened to Thor, exhausted and exasperated. He looked jealous of his little brother for falling asleep when he couldn't.
"AND HERE I STAND AND HERE I'LL STAY!" Thor bellowed, Jemma and Skye dancing around his feet, their pint of icecream was long forgotten, sitting on the coffee table. Both had icecream smeared over their faces, Jemma still in her Anna dress while Skye was a whirlwind of dried paint and chalk, clearly lacking a bath. They were singing along with Thor, at the top of their lungs. None of them were aware of the two agents.
"LET THE STORM RAGE ON!" Thor's volume was as loud as ever, "THE COLD NEVER BOTHERED ME ANYWAYS!"
May glanced over at Coulson, seeing him pulling up the video camera on his phone as Thor and the girls start up again. Yes, Thor proved to them that the babysitter needed a babysitter but who was he to pass up the chance for hilarious blackmail.
"I'm so sending this to Fury and Barton," He whispered, giving a husky chuckle as they videotaped them singing the entire song again, going unseen.
I was listening to Let it Go and I had to do this! I had to do this! I couldn't wait any longer.
And... Skye doesn't call them mom and dad because she and Grant are not comfortable with that yet. They will be soon.
But please... This chapter... I considered Nat but Thor doing it is so... So funny and awesome in a zillion different ways! The Prince of Asgard has nothing to hide!