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.

Clint groaned, suddenly jolted awake by tiny knees digging into his stomach. Clint groaned, feeling the weight of a small child on top of him, reaching out to grab whoever it was. Clint felt exhausted, he wanted to do nothing but sleep. Pepper left the moment she got the kids settled into their rooms, which left the boys to read story after story after story. Grant spent an hour reading Maniac Magee before going to bed while Leo insisted that they read Good Night Gorilla about ten times atleast, Clint lost count. Skye insisted on a hundred books, while Jemma insisted that that Tony read her Spectrum Science Grade Seven. Unfortunately for Skye, Jemma got her way that evening, leading to her falling asleep after two pages. Unfortunately for Tony, Jemma was completely entranced and in awe with what he was reading to her, it seemed to do the opposite of the desire affect. They had been up late trying to get Jemma to bed, who wanted Tony to read the whole book.

And when Jemma didn't get her way, her shouting and protests had woken Skye, who in turn began to shout loudly and wake the boys. The children were all grumpy, screaming and shouting. Leo and Skye, tired and cranky, cried and screamed and demanded that they see their mom and dad. Grant screamed for everyone to be quiet and Jemma yelled back at Grant and then at Tony for not finishing the book. Clint doesn't remember how they got the kids to calm down, but it took a lot of shouting, a lot of hugging and some warm milk.

"Uncle Clint," Skye smiled, whispering in his ears. He felt another small body on the edge of the bed. Yes, bed. After the kids had fallen back asleep again, it was a race towards first, the master bedroom, then the couches. Loser got the smallest couch and Clint had been smart enough to get a head start. Sure, he cheated but he got the bed.

"Uncle Clint, I know your awake," Skye whispered, knowingly. Clint sighed, hoping he could trick Skye. He spoke in a tired voice.

"What is it Skye?"

"It's time to get up," Skye whispered.

"No, Uncle Clint wants to sleep in, bother Uncles Tony and Thor."

"Uncle Tony just lifted his finger at me, he lifted this one," Skye says, grabbing Clint's middle finger. Clint scowled, tired when the fire alarms suddenly blared.

Clint leapt off the bed, scooping Skye and Leo, apparently he was on the edge of the bed, in his arms as he ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time. From the kitchen door, he saw a thin wisp of smoke take flight and smelt something burning. He past Tony, who was looking around startled and getting to his feet. He set Skye and Leo down, making sure they didn't enter the kitchen as he looked in.

Clint blinked, staring at Jemma and Grant. Grant stood in front of the stove on top of a chair, his hands were covered in oven mitts. He held a spatula in one hand, covered a bit in flour, as was Jemma. On the stove was a pan, the source of the burning. Jemma stood in front of the chair, covered in more flour than her older brother. They were both still in pajamas, and the counter was covered in eggs, milk, flour, and other cooking items.

Clint sighed in relief, seeing they were both ok. He hurries over, turning the stove off, seeing the ruined mess that was suppose to be pancakes. He glanced between the kids, the stove and back again, glancing at the clock. 10:48, oh... Wait...

"When did you guys wake up?"

"A long time ago," Grant says, "We didn't want to wake you, and when Uncle Tony wouldn't wake up... I thought I could make us breakfast."

"Where's Thor?"

"Uncle Thor left a note, he was called back home," Grant jumped down, going to the kitchen table and handing Clint the note.

Clint glanced at it, pocketing it. He looked at the kids with a sigh, "Tony, clean this mess up. Grant, Jemma, come on, let's get you clean up."

Jemma and Grant nod, while stomachs growl. Skye and Leo pout, looking at the adults.

"Uncle Tony, I'm hungry!"

Tony glanced at Clint, "Does Dunkin Donuts deliver?"

Natasha sighed impatiently, her foot twitching as she stared at Maria Hill. They were both sitting in Hill's office, the commander staring from across her desk. Natasha sighed, with a stubborn look, as Hill matched it.

"No."

"Agent Romanoff, it's an order."

"I am not a babysitter, I could be doing better, more important things than watching a bunch of children."

"Children who were SHIELD agents, like us, turned into kids."

"I said no."

"God damn it Tasha! You honestly expect the guys to take care of these children for nine days on their own? They need a female to keep balance and make sure they don't do something stupid."

"Like prank call Fury?"

Maria glared, "Pepper can't go over every night to give the kids a bath."

"That makes tow of us, you do it."

"You know full well I can't be there for the full nine days, Natasha just suck it up!"

Natasha glared angrily, "I get dips on the bed, and no one will get stabbed."

"The kids or the boys?"

"Both."

I'm sorry this took so long. :D

I can't believe Fitz did that to Ward in episode three!? Who's Agent 33? Will Jemma be able to keep her cover?