Doctor Strange Oneshots

Practice Makes Perfect

Summary: After a spell gone wrong, all the Avengers somehow end up as toddlers, and babysitting nine super-humans and two gods isn't easy. So, you call up your boyfriend for help...after all, practice makes perfect.

Note: Witch!Reader is NOT the same character from Oops...?

Warning: maybe some slight language 🤷‍♀️ 

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"A new day, a new potion" had always been your motto. If only you had known that it would bite you in the ass later.

As the resident witch of the Avengers, it was your duty to make sure that there were always plenty of healing potions available, because let's be real here, they were always getting hurt. *cough cough* Clint *cough cough*

It was just a regular Wednesday morning when you went to check your supply, and it wasn't a surprise when you saw that it was nearly empty. They had just come back from a mission after all.

Walking around your witch lair, you grabbed the vital ingredients and then stood around your cauldron. You slowly place the foxglove, redcap fungus, dandelion roots, and bat drool into it.

You began mixing the ingredients together, and began mumbling.

"I hereby invoke the healing properties in this cauldron to combine-"

A loud bang and a certain greasy-haired man interrupted your spell, and came crashing into both you and the cauldron.

"Loki, you bumbling oaf! You should know not to come barging in here!"

He smirked, "Well, Darling, you see, I angered Stark and was in desperate need of a place of hiding."

You rolled your eyes. Of course that's why he's here.

"Just don't do it again, Greasy."

Eventually, you began to clean up the mess that he had created. Picking up the cauldron, you checked to see how much was left. There was practically nothing.

You huffed, "Loki, you're going to reimburse me for those ingredients-"

He was gone. When did he leave? He knew not to teleport in and out of here, it was too dangerous. He must've just left when you weren't looking. So, you continued cleaning, mumbling curses the entire time.

However, your curses were cut short by the sound of crying.

Who would be crying, let alone crying in your lair?

"Hello?" You called.

No one answered. Slowly, you began to walk around your room, and when you made it around the cauldron, you stopped.

Sitting on the floor, in a bundle of green and gold fabric, was a small toddler.

Slowly, you began to approach the little fella. "Hey little guy, how'd you get in here?"

His head shifted to look at you, and once again, you were shocked.

Sitting on the ground in front of you was none other than the God of Mischief...as a toddler.

Trying to conceal your laughter, you asked, "Lokes? What happened?"

He just looked at you with that cute little toddler face and pointed at the cauldron.

Why would he be pointing at the cauldron?

Then it clicked. "Oh my gods!"

You couldn't stop the laughter this time.