Mischief

Chapter Thirteen- Teeny Tiny

A/N: this was requested, so I thought, "heck it, it'll be a laugh". So here you go. Tell me what you think :)

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"Tony, what are you doing?" Bruce strolled into their lab, staring wide eyed at the billionaire before him. Tony jumped, wincing slightly, and smiled charmingly.

"I was bored of being in bed, so I figured I'd come and make something to help me heal faster," he answered, mixing chemicals together. Bruce gaped at him.

"Tony, that's magnesium peroxide! Why are you putting it in that solution? You're gonna kill us all!" he shrieked. Tony's eyes widened as he glanced down, realising his mistake. He sprinted towards his "pantry", as he liked to call it, and began grabbing chemicals. He'd just picked up a bottle of dilute hydrochloric acid when there was a massive explosion- again- and the door to the pantry slammed shut. Avengers HQ was in lockdown.

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"Surely it's safe now?" Tony whined to Friday, slumped on the floor.

"Oxygen levels are at 76 percent," she answered, and the door Tony was leaning against slid open, causing Tony to fall onto his back with a yelp. He hit his head, groaning slightly, and opened his eyes. Coming face to face with a pair of wide brown eyes.

"You have got to be kidding me," Tony gasped, staring up at the face before him. Messy brown hair, dark blue shirt, glasses. Yup. It was Bruce. Bruce's eyes scrunched up and he let out a wail, tears dripping down his cheeks. Tony flipped onto his stomach, stumbled onto his feet, and pulled Bruce into his arms. "Ssh... it's okay. Argh, why won't you stop crying?" Bruce sniffed and giggled, amused by Tony's distress, and held his friend's hand. Tony glared at their intertwined fingers in disgust but said nothing, venturing into the corridor with Bruce skipping beside him.

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They had been wandering around the facility for about an hour when they came across Natasha. She was stood in the middle of a corridor, watching them approach cautiously. But when they were within a few feet she threw herself towards them and flung her arms round Tony's waist. Stark grunted, staggering back, and peeled Natasha off him. She clung to his hand, though, and they continued on their journey.

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They found Clint on the floor of the armoury, gazing up at them with owlish eyes. Natasha grabbed his hand

They found Steve in the kitchen, sobbing beside his favourite cup, now just a mound of smashed porcelain. When he saw them he got up and trailed behind them like a lost puppy.

They found Wanda and Vision in the living room, hugging each other for dear life. They held hands and joined the little group.

They found Peter in his bedroom, bouncing on his bed and laughing. He jumped onto Tony's back with amazing agility. Tony quirked an eyebrow. Damn superpowers.

They found Thor and Loki in the infirmary. Loki was crying hysterically, and staring at them with terrified eyes. Thor sat beside him, trying to calm him down. He watched the newcomers wearily, but eventually decided it was probably better to follow them. He put Loki on his shoulders- much to his brother's delight- and followed them.

Rhodes and Sam had already left, as had Valkyrie, so Tony didn't have to worry about finding them, luckily.

But Tony was still panicking over what to do. His dad had been a terrible parent, so Tony was probably the same. How was he supposed to look after the Avengers? And how would he turn them back?

He'd never been great with kids.

A/N: hahaaaaaa. Tiny Avengers! Yes I made them children, and Tony is the unlucky parent hahaaaaa. Any ideas for future endeavours? I'd love to hear them!!!!! How do you think Tony's gonna cope?

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