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.
When Steve woke up the next morning, limbs spread out along the mattress in the master bedroom, he briefly wondered where he was. Despite not seeing the room, for his eyes were closed, he smelt the slightest stench of apples from the sheets. His sheets at Avengers Tower had the faint aroma of lilac and lilies. Then he remembered where he was and why, slowly sitting up and rubbing his hair. For a moment, he was inclined to lie back in bed, the house's silence giving the impression that the kids were still asleep. But just as his head touched the pillow, the fire alarms went off.
Steve leapt out of the bed, entering the hallway. He barreled down the steps, not noticing the open doors, the empty bed rooms and the lack of screaming or crying. He looked around, turning to the living room only to find Maria absent. The deputy director was not on her spot on the couch, so Steve turned to shouting her name, as calmly as possible. He was answered with a hand grabbing his shoulder, in a tight but reassuring grip.
"Steve!" Steve turned, coming face to face with Bruce. He relaxed, finally understanding that no one was in any real danger, "Steve, relax, I accidentally set them off."
Steve nods, following Bruce into the kitchen, where he sees Maria discarding a burnt, destroy towel into the trash while Jemma, Leo and Skye sat at the table. Grant stood at the table, pouring glasses of chocolate milk and orange juice. The kids smile, looking at Steve from the set table. The super soldier could see a large plate with paper towels covering it's contents, bottles of syrup, some whip cream and tons of napkins. Maria stood at the stove, a plate in her hand that was towering with blueberry and plain pancakes.
"Accidentally caught a rag on fire," Maria says, placing the plate down," Bruce came an hour ago, couldn't resist doing one more science experiment with the kids."
"SCIENCE SCIENCE SCIENCE!" Leo and Jemma chant loudly, causing Maria to shush them.
"Have some breakfast," Maria insists, helping the kids cut up their pancakes.
Steve took a seat, picking a stack of three pancakes and dapping some whip cream on his stack and Skye's pancakes. He smiles at her beaming expression, taking his fork and knife and starts to cut his pancakes. He looks over at Maria as she sits down, the normal strict and organized woman letting loose. She was wearing a long sleeve, dark grey shirt and black fuzzy sweat pants. Her hair, despite being in a make shift pony tail he suspected was made last minute, was disheveled. She looked so relaxed, so normal and unassumingly dangerous.
"Auntie Maria," Leo'a voice piped in, "I think Uncle Steve needs help cutting his breakfast!"
Steve looked down, to see he really didn't get much done like an adult should when cutting pancakes. He was thankful though, that Leo didn't point out that the super soldier was staring at Maria.
Maria gave him a pointed look, while Steve looked down sheepishly and started to cut his breakfast, eating the delicious homemade pancakes.
Bruce smiled, standing at the kitchen table with the children sitting around him. They all had on safety goggles, all the long hair was tied back, and everyone was excited. Bruce smiles, and showed the kids the equipment; a vase, a brownie pan, baking soda, vinegar, Multi-colored glitter, and food coloring.
"Neon green!" Grant smiles, picking a color, while Jemma placed 2 table spoons of baking soda into the vase. Skye followed with the glitter, adding 4 teaspoons instead to two, while Grant added six drops.
Leo grinned, taking a half cup of vinegar and poured it in with the biggest smile. Bubbles started to form, the entire concoction started to spill over into the brownie pan, the glitter bursting out a bit. The kids watched, giggling as Bruce watched with a satisfied smile. Bruce smiled, "Skye I think you added a bit too much glitter..."
"There's no such thing as too much glitter!" The four year old claimed, smiling. Bruce smiled as well, when Grant spoke up.
"Uncle Bruce? Who's gonna baby sit us next?"
Bruce looked at the kids, without an answer. Bruce sighed, "I'm not sure, but I do know that your Uncle Clint will come back and bring your Aunt Tasha."
All the kids scowl, looking at one another with mixed looks of displeasure. Bruce noticed this, and while he glanced over to the living room, where Steve and Maria were still talking about SHIELD related stuff, he gave a sigh.
"I thought you liked Clint and Natasha."
"We like Uncle Clint," Leo says.
"But Auntie Tasha is mean and scary!" Skye finished, Jemma nodding in agreement.
"You guys, Tasha's actually a pretty cool person," Bruce tried, but even he was scared of the Russia espionage spy, a trust worthy ally sure but a scary one.
"She doesn't like us Uncle Bruce," Grant says, "Can't Uncle Tony or Uncle Thor join Uncle Clint."
"Come on guys, give her one more chance? She might surprise you," Bruce tried, the children looking from one another before sighing. They very reluctantly gave in saying that they'd give her a chance to redeem herself.
Ok, ok... Clint and Tasha are coming! Ok?
Also, two weeks? We gotta wait two weeks! Outrage! I went as Agent Coulson for Halloween, I didn't come across a single Steve Rogers or Loki.
Happy Late Halloween and Dia De Los Muertos!