Avengers Age Regression Oneshots

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The Avengers stood under the harsh glow of flashing cameras, reporters crowding the room. 

Tony Stark was supposed to be handling the Q&A portion—because, well, no one else could talk like Tony. But something was... off. His usual confidence was missing, and his words were coming out slower, like he was distracted.

Thor nudged Steve. "Man of Iron seems... different today."

Steve frowned, glancing at Tony, who was fidgeting with the microphone cord. "Yeah... Something's not right."

A reporter raised their hand. "Mr. Stark, could you explain the new Stark Industries initiative—"

Tony blinked slowly, his hands fiddling with his tie now. Then, without missing a beat, he answered:

"It's... um... gonna be like... like a robot zoo! With, uh, friendly... shark robots. Yep. And a—" he paused, sucking on his lower lip. "A kitty robot. I like kitties."

The entire room fell silent. Cameras clicked furiously. Natasha groaned, running a hand down her face. "Oh no. Not now."

Thor tilted his head in confusion. "What is... a kitty robot?"

Tony giggled, slouching against the podium. "Kitty robots would definitely beat laser sharks in a fight. Also... did you know... birds are just sky puppies?"

A murmur spread through the press crowd. Steve leaned closer to Natasha. "He's slipped, hasn't he?"

"Oh, he's gone," Natasha muttered. "He's fully in little space."

Tony was now tugging at the sleeve of his suit jacket, mumbling under his breath about "lollipops and juice boxes." Clint, standing at the back of the stage, snickered quietly until Steve shot him a warning look.

"Someone call Peter," Natasha whispered urgently. "Before this turns into a PR disaster."

Bruce, already on it, pulled out his phone. "I'm calling him now."

Meanwhile, Tony had dropped to sit cross-legged on the stage, happily tugging off one shoe. "These shoes are soooo uncomfy. Why do grown-ups wear these?"

A few reporters chuckled nervously. "Uh, Mr. Stark?" one called out.

Tony grinned. "I'm not Mr. Stark! I'm... Tony! And I want mac and cheese!"

Natasha leaned down, gently placing a hand on Tony's shoulder. "Okay, Tony, why don't we—"

"Nuh-uh!" Tony swatted at her hand playfully, then whispered loudly, "You're not my Peter!"

Just then, Peter Parker rushed in, out of breath but grinning warmly. "Sorry, sorry! I got here as fast as I could."

Tony's face lit up the moment he spotted him. "Petey!" he squealed, scrambling off the floor and running full speed toward Peter, crashing into him with a giggle.

Peter caught him easily, wrapping him in a tight hug. "Hey, baby. You doing okay?"

Tony buried his face in Peter's shoulder, mumbling, "Wanna go home now."

Peter kissed the top of Tony's head. "Okay, bud. Let's go."

Steve stepped closer, patting Peter on the back. "Thanks for coming. You saved us from answering a lot of weird questions."

Peter laughed softly, cradling Tony against his chest. "No problem, Cap. He's in good hands."

As Peter carried Tony out of the press conference, Tony's voice drifted back to the team. "Petey, did you know birds are sky puppies?"

Peter chuckled. "Yep, buddy. They sure are."

And with that, the two disappeared down the hall, leaving the Avengers—and a baffled press—behind.