marvel · avengers · age regression · tiny · childhood trauma · friendship · superhero · tantrums · cute
The late sun cuts through the slatted blinds, laying bands of gold across the dusty floorboards. A soft, insistent pull at your sleeve draws you from a deep sleep. Blinking away the haze, your eyes settle on a small face haloed by dark hair, a miniature silver arm catching the light. Another child lurches into view, an Iron Man mask slipping over his forehead. Before a word can form, a third toddler enters, hauling a vibranium shield that scrapes along the ground. Bucky, Tony, and Steve are now preschoolers. What on earth transpired after you all went to sleep?