The Avengers: Forever Young.

Chapter 2

At 6:00am Clint decided that he should get out of bed, so he would be there before the de-aged avengers woke up.

As he walked into the kitchen for breakfast he realised he wasn't the only one up at this time.

"I thought I would make them pancakes for breakfast." Natasha spoke up, surprisingly fully awake at this time of the morning.

"Didn't even know you could make pancakes." Clint mumbled as he was still really sleepy.

"I don't." Natasha replied and moved slightly to the side to show a Stark Industries tablet sitting next to where she was cooking; it displayed a recipe for homemade pancakes.

"yum." Clint smiled to himself, looking over the recipe. He was just about to turn around and made his way over to the dining table, when he crashed into a small figure. "Oh! Oh god, Bruce! Buddy I am so sorry, I didn't hear you come in!" Clint gasped as he helped the small boy back onto his feet. He was shocked that the boy was even up at this time, though he was shocked he, himself, was up at this time.

Looking at Little Bruce Clint realised that the kid looked like he hadn't even gone to bed at all. The small boy's hair was a crazy mop of curls, sticking up everywhere, and his big brown eyes accommodated two dark shadows proving his lack of sleep.

"Morning Bruce! Did you have a nice sleep?" Natasha asked without looking towards the two others in the room.

"Did you have any sleep?" Clint asked after her. This made Natasha turn to inspect the small boy, who obviously hadn't slept.

Little Bruce shrugged without making eye contact with the two adults. This just proved the question right even more.

Clint decided to let the subject slide, picked up the small eight year old and carried him to the dining table to sit the boy next to him, ready for when breakfast would be served.They would talk about the sleeping problems later.

Just as they both were comfortable sitting at the table, with Natasha still cooking in the kitchen, Tony decided to walk in. The teenager looked dead tired as he walked passed, heading to the kitchen.

"Hey Kid" Clint greeted with an amused smile. Teenage Tony just continued walking as if he didn't hear the older man. A few minutes later the kid returned, looking a lot more awake with a mug of coffee in his hand.

"Hey Clint! Morning Brucie." He greeted the two as if they didn't see him walking like a zombie before. It was a surprising contrast.

"Did you have a good sleep Tony?" Clint asked making conversation.

"Sure did! Comfy bed, did future me choose it? I have great taste in beds." Tony replied in one breath, before taking a massive gulp of his coffee, finishing the drink.

"Must have chosen the coffee as well, because that was some great coffee!" He said enthusiastically, this made Clint let out a chuckle.

"You actually did choose both of those things, and I agree with the coffee being great but I have to say that I have better taste in beds than you do."

"Yeah right! I bet you do." Tony said with sarcasm.

"Yep."

"I highly doubt that."

"I thought you were a genius."

"I am which is why I have better taste in beds than you."

"pfft, future you doesn't even go to bed!"

"Oh my god! Both of you shut up!" Natasha shouted as she placed a plate of pancakes on the table. "Breakfast is ready." She then said, sitting down and placing a pancake on her own plate in front of her. They all started right away with eating, Clint taking note of how Tony took the smallest one but not mentioning anything about it.It was spent in silence until Natasha broke it.