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.
It was late when Coulson and May arrived at the tower, the entire city was illuminated by the beautiful city lights, it was maybe midnight and it was still busy out like it was noon. When the elevator quietly stopped on the floor that Tony gave them, they quietly exited.
"Shh, I don't want to wake anyone," Coulson whispered, listening for any sounds from the bedrooms as a sign that the kids were awake. Even JARVIS was silent, in fear of waking the kids, which was pretty reasonable. Of course, when he opened the bedroom door he wasn't expecting to see Grant in their bed, laying on top of the covers as if he had planned to wait for them.
May gently placed the suitcases against the wall, walking over to the bed and gently shook Grant's shoulder, "Grant, Grant."
Grant rubbed his eyes, blinking up at May, "Mommy!" He sat up, all sleep evidently gone from him as he reached out and hugged her. He looked at May, "Oh mom please don't leave again!"
May hugged him, gently rubbing his back softly. She looked down at him, brushing his hair out of his face, "Shh, we're home now. Come on, let's get you to bed."Grant looked at her, gripping her wrist tightly as he shook his head, "I wanna stay with you..." He whispered, "Please?"
Coulson couldn't bear to say no to him, not with him blinking up at them with the big brown eyes, lip quivering. There was no way to resist it, "Ok," He sighed. He quietly took his shoes and jacket off, crawling into bed with May and Grant, Grant in the middle of them. Coulson laid there, tired but at the same time wired up so it was hard to sleep.
When Skye went to bed last night, she didn't expect to be awoken by her big brother, shaking her shoulders gently.
"Skye," He whispered, "Skye wake up."
"Grant-don't you have a snooze button?"
Grant smiled looking down at Leo and Jemma, the six year olds standing closely behind him sleepily, then turned back to Skye and softly chuckled, "Mom and dad are home. Let's make them breakfast."
"But it's so early!"
"I wanna do it before Uncle Steve or Uncle Bruce or someone else wakes up."
Skye frowns, opening her eyes and glared darkly at Grant, "But my bed is so comfy," She whined, slowly climbing out of the bed nonetheless. She looked at Grant, hugging her Anna Build-A-Bear to her chest just like Leo held his monkey. Grant smiled at her, taking her hand and led the three of them to the kitchen.
"What are we going to make?" Jemma asked, as Leo and Skye placed their stuffed companions down at the table.
"Waffles!" Grant smiled and goes to the cabinets on their floor, but frowns when he sees that they're empty, "JARVIS, is there food down in the main kitchen?"
"Yes Sir," JARVIS spoke softly to not wake the adults. Grant smiled, going to the elevator with his siblings in tow. Once in the elevator, Leo pressed the button and they all waited, praying no one had made breakfast yet, but at 7:18 in the morning, it seemed unlikely.
"Sir, would you like help preparing these waffles?"
"No thank you JARVIS, we are more than capable of doing it. But we will call you if need help."
"As you wish."
Once in the kitchen, Grant helped pull four chairs over to the counter, making sure Jemma, Leo, and Skye were safely standing on top of it before he goes to the pantry.
"Any waffle mix?" Leo asked, staring at his older brother.
"No but there's pancake mix, we can use this and just put the pancakes into the waffle iron!" Grant says, handing the mix to Jemma to read to him while he gets the other ingredients.
Jemma looked at it, reading off the ingredients; eggs, canola oil, and buttermilk.
"We don't have buttermilk," Grant says.
"What is buttermilk?" Leo asked, looking at the girls who simply shrugged.
"I'm not sure," Grant says, pulling out the milk and an entire bar of butter, "But there's butter and milk in here."
"Maybe butter milk is a combination of the two," Jemma suggests, Leo nodding in agreement. Grant shrugged, placing the two on the table and reached under the cabinet, grabbing a big yellow bowl and started to place it on the counter as well before climbing onto his chair for a better view.
"Ok, how much mix do we need?"
"Three cups," Jemma says, to which Skye responded with, "How are we suppose to measure that?"
"Easy!" Leo grinned, leaping off the chair and grabbed a little plastic cup. He came back over just as Grant started to open it, some of the mix exploded outward onto Grant, Skye, and Jemma, narrowly missing Leo. Leo chuckled, holding up the cup, and started to shovel out three cup fulls of the mix, emptying it into the bowl, "Three cupfuls!"
"We need a table spoon of canola oil," Jemma dictated, Skye solving this brief problem by pulling out a silver spoon from the drawer.
"It goes on the table," Skye answered as she handed it to Grant. Grant took it, pouring the canola oil into it, but also spilling some of the oil onto the table. Grant simply shrugged and poured the table spoon into the bowl, claiming they'll clean up afterwards.
"Now the butter milk," Jemma says, "Three cups."
Grant nodded, unwrapping the bar of butter and dumping it into the bowl as Skye tried to pour the milk into the cup Leo previously provided. It ended with the milk spilling all over the counter and Grant quickly having to take over and pour the three cups himself. The older boy took out a bigger metal spoon and started to stir the bowls contents.
Skye frowns, "They need some flavor..."
"What about maple syrup?"
"What about banana and blueberries?"
"Why not both?" Jemma compromised. Immediately, Skye ran to get the maple syrup and Leo went to get the fruit. When they returned, Grant took the syrup and poured it into the mix, then added three handful of blueberries and the entire banana, smashing it as he stirred. The three kids watched, praising their work.
When they poured the concoction into the waffle iron and set it, for 395°F, they were extremely hopeful.
May's eyes shot open the moment the fire alarms went off. As Coulson sat up next to her, she was already out of bed, taking note of every detail around her, there wasn't anything burning and there was no screaming or crying.
"Kids?" May threw the bedroom door open, not giving Coulson time to follow her closely as she shot out of it. Entering the kitchen on that floor, May noticed the two stuffed animals but didn't see any children.
"JARVIS where's the fire?" Coulson demands.
"In the main kitchen Agent Coulson, the elevators are still full operational and the quickest route."
May pressed the button hard enough with her thumb to break it, their hearts were thundering.
"JARVIS where are the children?"
"They are in the same kitchen as the fire sir," JARVIS answered, spiking fear and worry into their souls. As the elevator doors open, the sharp burning smell permeated the air. The two agents moved forward, seeing Steve already there with a fire extinguisher and putting the poor waffle iron out of it's misery. The kids were huddled near the windows, looking up at their parents.
"What happened?" May asked, eyes darting from Captain America to the children, taking note they were covered in pancake batter.
"We-we were just making you breakfast," Grant says as the other Avengers came running in, Clint carrying Natasha in his arms, "It was my idea."
Steve looked at the kids, staring from them back at the ruined waffle iron and gently pried it open to the burnt charred mess of what should have been a waffle. The avengers glanced over at it, taking not of the burnt blueberries, the banana lumps and was that a chunk of butter? Perhaps it's better that the waffles were burnt to death before consumption.
"Who's in the mood for IHOP?" Tony asked.
That is how you don't make waffles. But hey, a good attempt. Right? I thought this would be cute, because how many of us have tried to make our parents breakfast and had to pour a bowl of cereal because we don't know how to use the stove?
Also, if there are any of you out there who read my Avenger Stories or like the Avengers and the Fault in Our Stars, I wrote an AU that's like the Fault in the Stars for Avengers. Will someone just please read it and review! I'd like to know how people are taking my adaptation.
Please review. Also. If any of you see Loki... Kill him! It's because of him that it keeps snowing in my state like every two or three days! Either him or Elsa.