Little Tony Stark

Wet Tears and Wet Pants

(TW: pants wetting/accidents, implied/referenced attempted SA [briefly vaguely referenced to], and implied/referenced child abuse [Fuck you Howard Stark, I'm your biggest hater])

(BTW: Natasha speaks in Russian in this, you don't immediately get the translation but closer to the end you will so don't leave to go look it up, just hang out and wait til the end for the explanation)

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It's been an hour since they got Tony back to the tower and honestly things haven't been all that bad. He's well behaved enough for someone who is three years old, he says please and thank you, he isn't bratty or loud, infact Tony hasn't really spoken at all. When he does speak it's very soft spoken and whispery, it's a little unsettling considering most three year olds are loud and running around and just being a kid, but he's not.

The Avengers are left to wonder if it's because parts of his adult mind are hanging on or if it's something more… Was Tony always like this? And if not, what made him like this? What happened that made a three year old too nervous to ask for food when he was hungry or to ask to go to the bathroom when he needed to. Speaking of…

Tony had tried, he really had tried to hold it. He was trying to build up the courage to ask to go to the bathroom, but all the adults were talking. Everyone was quietly whispering to each other at the table and he was scared to bother them, what if they got mad at him? What if they hit him? When he interrupted Daddy while he was talking with people it always ended with a red hand mark on his cheek.

Tony was watching cartoons, they had him watching a show called... Paw patrol? Tony can't really remember but he really likes the puppies, his favorite is probably the police dog, he's so cute and Tony really likes German Shepherds. This episode had the brown doggy helping someone who was in the water… It made him squirm, he tried to hold it and think of anything else besides the growing need, he had needed to go since they got off the jet but he didn't think to ask before now.

He waited, and waited, and waited, but the adults talked for forever! It was like they never took breaks, he was worried… he had to go potty really badly and he was too scared to ask. He just hoped they would take a break from talking and he could ask. He knew he should just get up and go to the potty but he didn't know where it was and this was a brand new house and he was scared to just go because he didn't know the rules.

He bit his lip to not whine, Daddy hated when he whined, “Stark men are made of Iron” he’d say, and Tony knew what that meant, that meant that they were strong and tough, and they didn't whine like babies. Every time he'd ever whined it always ended with Daddy being mean to him, “How old are you Anthony? Huh? You're not a baby, so quit fussing like one”, Tony hated when Daddy said he was “fussing”, it made him embarrassed and it made his stomach do the weird thing where it twisted and made him wanna puke.

Tony was lost in thought thinking about his Daddy when suddenly his eyes widened as he realized his legs were wet… “no no no no” he repeated in his head, he was horrified, he was way too old to have an accident, he was three years old! He knew how to go potty on his own, he was a big boy! He knew most kids his age were still in pull-ups but Tony was different, he was a Stark. He was smarter than this, he was better than this, and yet he was also a little kid in wet pants.

His vision got blurry as he attempted to breath in and out, he couldn't seem to calm down no matter how hard he tried. Every time he tried to take deep breaths through his nose he'd smell the urine and it would make him panic all over again. Why hadn't he just asked to go to the potty? Why had he waited for so long? Now he was gonna be in trouble…

At home when he had accidents it always ended in the cold, dark, closet. Daddy pulled the lightbulb out of the lamp socket when Tony learned to climb onto one of the shelf's in the closet and stand on his tippy toes to reach the string. He hated the closet, it was dark and quiet, and he hated the quiet. Quiet made his brain go loud and made his brain say really bad things to him, like how he is horrible and how Daddy is right to not like him. Tony wished his brain wasn't so mean

“Tony, are you okay buddy?” His heart sank, Natasha came to check on him. He'd finally confirmed that was her name when… Clint? He thinks his name was, elbowed her and called her, Nat. She was the only one who really talked to him and she would check on his periodically. He was a little mad at her, she didn't check on him before when he had to go potty but now that he already had an accident suddenly she came to check on him, what a load of bullshi-

“Did you have an accident?” She asked softly, her voice held no anger or malice, it was soft and comforting like his own Mama’s voice. It made tears burn his eyes and heat rush to his face, he was humiliated. Why was he crying like a baby over this? And why was she so nice to him despite that.

He closed his eyes tightly and suddenly felt fingers in his hair, he panicked half expecting them to grab on and pull him but they didn't. They softly ran through his hair and twirled a strand in them. He opened his eyes and Natasha was playing with his hair. “Oh poor Кролик, I know, just breathe, you're okay, no need to cry anymore.” He knew she was speaking in a different language but he didn't know what it was or what she was saying but it didn't matter.

He could tell that just from how it was said it was meant to soothe and comfort him and that's all that matters. After about a minute of her playing with his hair, she grabbed his hand and had him stand up, she tugged him off towards the bathroom and he followed along obediently. When they got there she had him sit down next to the tub and she turned it on and let the warmed water rush into the tub, as it filled up she had him take his pants and shirt off.

He was left in just boxers and it made him a bit embarrassed. He didn't really know her all too well and he wasn't supposed to be naked Infront of anyone who wasn't Mama, Daddy, Jarvis, or Aunt peggy. Aunt Peggy made sure he knew that when one of his Daddy’s old friends drank some of Daddy's weird smelling juice and wanted Tony to take his clothes off, when Aunt Peggy overheard him say that she made him leave and Tony never saw that man again.

The tub filled up and she turned the water off, she looked over to him sitting on the floor in just boxers and she sighed, she also didn't know how to handle this. Tony might mentally be three, but physically he was still an adult and he was still one of her colleagues and friends and that made this process awkward to say the least.

She stood up and spoke to him softly “Tony, Кролик, I'm going to turn around and I want you to take your boxers off and get into the tub while I'm turned around, okay?” He nodded and she turned around, after a moment she heard the soft splash sound of Tony sitting in the tub and she sighed.

“Okay, you're in the tub now, right?” He spoke quietly and in a watery tone that only happened to people who had been crying “yes ma’am” she smiled at how polite he was and then turned around to see Tony sitting in the tub “Okay, Маленький один, I'm going to have you use a wash rag and wash your legs and privates really good so you don't get a rash, alrighty?” He nodded and she grabbed a wash rag and put a little of her strawberry body wash onto the rag and handed it to him.

After maybe 5 minutes he was done and she had him get out of the tub and dry himself off with a towel while she faced the wall. She pulled the plug in the tub while he sat on the closed toilet lid in just a towel. “Кролик, I'm going to go get you some comfy clothes, can you wait here?” He nodded silently and watched as she left the bathroom.

He felt weird. She was nice and that was kinda weird, she was too sweet, he was just waiting for her to snap and lose her patience and punish him but it never happened. Maybe she was just a good person… Aunt Peggy was good, so was Jarvis, they never lost their temper with Tony, like how Daddy would. Mama wasn't around enough to lose her temper with him. He missed his Mama.

Natasha came back into the room and handed him a pair of gray boxers, some sweatpants and a baggy shirt for what looked like a band. The shirt said ACDC in it but Tony had never heard of them before. He shrugged but put the clothes on while she stayed turned around, when he finished she smiled at him “Good job, Кролик” he finally decided to ask. “What does that mean?” He asked quietly, she smiled and held back a giggle “Кролик? It means Bunny, it's Russian” she smiled as she took his hand and for once Tony smiled back.

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(I wrote this while I was super eppy so if it's a little weird/written confusingly, that's my excuse)