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.
The kids began to think that Uncle Bruce was wrong. Unfortunately, Natasha and Clint were running late due to a last minute recon mission in Poland. It would have gone fine, but their ride had been sabotaged and they spent the next two hours on the side of the road with a flat tire. Which left Steve, Bruce, and Tony to watch the kids for the night after Maria had to leave. The kids spent the night listening to Steve and Tony argue over trivial little things that involved with taking care of them.
Yet, when they woke up, they found the two assassins in the kitchen with cups of coffee and speaking in a language they didn't understand. Grant stared at them, clearing his throat while Leo and Jemma go to sit at the table and Skye hid behind him. Clint turned, smiling at them.
"Hey kids, you remember 'Tasha right?" Everyone nods quietly as Skye moves to the table and Grant goes to get some orange juice. Clint reaches up into the cupboards, grabbing a few cereal boxes.
"We have Trix, Cocoa Puffs, and Cheerios," Clint says, "What do you want?"
Natasha glared, "Barton you're not seriously going to feed them this junk are you?"
"Yes 'Tasha, we are. Now, what kind of cereal do you want kiddos?" Clint asked, watching them all negotiate it over for a moment before Leo piped up, "Trix!"
Clint grinned, nodding as he goes to pour the cereal in the colored bowls. Of course, Natasha was having none of this, swiping the box from the archer, "No. If I'm gonna be stuck here, babysitting children, they're gonna eat a healthy breakfast."
"'Tasha they're just children," Clint argues, "Let them eat the cereal, they're gonna be drinking orange juice and milk, that's healthy!"
Natasha scoffed, "Orange juice is full of sugar. And milk-"
"Nat they are children! Let them have something sweet!" Clint argued, only to have Natasha refuse in Russian. Suddenly, breakfast turned into a multilingual argument, the adults flat out arguing in different languages. And unfortunately, for whatever she said in her closing argument, Natasha became the winner and served the children plain oatmeal with water.
"Yuck!" Skye whined, looking at Clint, "Uncle Clint, tell her this is yucky food!"
"I can't," Clint says, glaring daggers at Natasha, "Because then Aunt Natasha will throw a temper tantrum."
Skye shoved the bowl away, "I want Trix!" she started chanting, "Trix! Trix! Trix! Trix! Trix!"
Natasha glared at Skye, Jemma and Leo sending the four year old looks of warning. Grant even tried to get her to stop, but Skye continued, standing on the table now, and dumping her oatmeal in the red heads hair.
Everyone froze, Natasha stared at Skye through the mess, removing the bowl. She held it in her hands, throwing it to the side like a Frisbee where it smashed into the wall. Skye, suddenly pale as a corpse, took this as her cue and leapt off the table, running out of the room. Grant stood, wary of Natasha but she didn't do anything but simply say through gritted teeth, "Get out..."
Leo and Jemma nod, running towards the stairs with Grant behind them. Clint simply stared at Natasha, the shock of what happened over. He calmly stood, going to clean the mess she made with the bowl, "Can't say I blame her, you did deserve it for serving oatmeal."
Natasha set her jaw, sending her partner a venomous look. Clint however, simply shrugged it off, concerned with the broken glass than Natasha's evil and partially lethal look.
"It isn't my fault," She hissed, standing to go and get the oatmeal out. As she grabbed a towel, Clint spoke up, completely serious.
"You need to loosen up."
Natasha wanted to scoff at the idea, she really did, but maybe Clint had a point. These weren't newbie agents she could scare into doing what she wanted and still respect her, but with kids it's either hate or respect. She wouldn't be able to get both, not in her wildest dreams. She couldn't care less if the kids liked her, but she wasn't going to let Skye get away with doing this to her. No one, not even a four year old, treated her like this. And apparently, to get respect, she has to be liked, like Clint.
Natasha stood, taking her leave from the kitchen while casually throwing a "Clean this up," over her shoulder. Natasha then turned, taking the steps three at a time. She heard doors closing, the kids quieting down in the hopes to hide from her. Natasha rolled her eyes, the Black Widow opened the girls bedroom and came face to face with all the kids around Skye's bed. Skye was the lump hiding under her covers, face peeking out only slightly. "Skye..."
Skye whimpered, trying to bury herself deeper. Grant stood, protectively over Skye while glaring at the assassin. Natasha sighed closing the door and moving to sit between Jemma and Leo, with Grant hovering just in front of her.
"Go away," Skye whimpered, "Please! I'm sorry! Please go away and don't hurt me."
Natasha sighed, yanking the blankets back so she saw Skye's face, "I'm not here to hurt you..." She snatched Skye off the bed and into her lap before she could speak, the four year old squirming, "I understand now, that I was being a bit too strict about breakfast. However, what you did was wrong as well."
"I know... And I'm really sorry," Somehow, Natasha didn't think Skye was really sorry. She knew the child definitely regretted it now, but she didn't push on how possibly in accurate Skye was.
"And I accept your apology," Not really, but Natasha had to be a bigger person. If Melinda and Phil returned home with Skye begging them to kick Natasha out, well she was totally screwed.
"Can we make a deal?" Skye asked, "I promise to be respectful and a well behaved little girl if you loosen up like Uncle Clint."
Natasha stared at her, considering it. She would get all of the children to listen and obey, if Skye was behaving than surely all of the other kids will. But what if this looser Natasha gets them in serious trouble, or lets Clint dig up dangerous black mail. She weighed the options, scanning their faces before nodding, "That seems fair, deal."
The two shook on it.
White Hall is fucking screwed. The Doctor is gonna kill him! I so called that the woman was Skye's mom but then I doubted myself and I'm so happy I was right! I have to know, what is Skye's real name? What is she and the doctor? Why won't Coulson and Fitz tell her he was there? And why is The Doctor so happy for his "baby" to end up in the middle of all of this?
As for Ward, so many questions, is he really Hydra? After all he did tell Skye he was going to leave gifts... I wonder if he and The Doctor are going to talk about Coulson and it ends up about Skye? I wonder if the Doctor will tell Grant Skye's real name? Is he gonna tell him he likes his daughter?
Now... This is Very important... I would like everyone to, if they have the chance, look at BuildABearsWorkshop and then give recommendations on what they think would be a good stuffed animal for the kids. Don't worry about Coulson, I got him covered, if you want Natasha and Clint to make one, a shared one or something, let me know. And then tell me if they share it or not. Personally, I want them to share one, and I think I want Grant to have a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle but then there's the Camouflage Bear and I just can't decide.