As soon as we had a jet, Maria and I decided to part the kids down. We're supposed to have four kids each. But since they were an odd number, we rock, paper, scissors-ed for it and the one who loses will get to take care for the four of the kids on the jet. Luckily, I won. Yet, I felt bad for Maria.
Then, to be fair, we decided to draw out their names for who gets to be taken care by of who. I wrote their names on small pieces of paper and folded them small. I put them in a small box and Maria picked four papers. I picked three. As we opened our papers, I could hear Maria praying quietly, "Please be the quiet and behaved ones." I got Steve (yes!), Natasha and Bruce. She frowned as she saw hers; Tony, Pepper, Clint and Thor.
"C'mon, Maria," I said, cheerfully. "They couldn't be that bad."
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Thankfully, the three kids I got were quiet. Steve wanted to seat beside me and I was so happy about that. Bruce and Natasha sat next to each other beside Steve. I put their seatbelts on peacefully. Bruce was reading an instruction manual for something. Steve was just staring out of the window. Natasha was singing something to herself in Russian. Nobody really knows what's going inside her head because of the effect of the de-ageing fumes. So, we don't really know if she can speak in English.
"Aww," I mumbled at the sight of the three.
Minutes later at Team Maria...
"No, Tony! Don't touch that! Thor, put the knife down! Oh, my, God! I'm going to kill Fury! Pepper, Pepper, honey, put your seatbelt back on. No! Don't climb tha- Clinton Francis Barton! What the hell do you think you're doing back there?" Maria yelled as I awkwardly watched her settle them down.
I was feeling bad for Maria. Since my Team is all set down, I decided to help Maria with hers.
"Okay," I loudly stated. "Who here wants to play 'let's see who can stay quiet the longest'?"
"How stupid do you think they are?" Bruce said without looking up from the instruction manual he was reading.
"Well, do you have a better idea?" Maria asked him. I looked at her and I flinched as I saw her prying Clint's little fingers off a metal pole connected to the ceiling.
Tony was running towards the pilot's seat. I tried to catch him. I placed my hands on my waist like mothers do when they're scolding their kids. "Anthony Edward Stark, if you don't sit down on your proper seat right now, I'll personally remove your hair out!"
He was pretending to drive the jet, complete with "pew pew" sounds with his mouth. "You can't boss me around! I'm Tony Stark and nobody bosses me around. Who are you, anyway? The guy with an eye patch called you 'Lorenzo'. That's a weird name for a girl. That's a boy's name. What's the name of the guy with the eye patch?" Tony questioned endlessly.
I sighed "Obviously, you weren't listening to me before when I was introducing myself to the other kids. My name is Ronica and Lorenzo's just my surname. As I've said before, you can call me 'Ronnie'." I explained calmly.
"Ronnie the Nanny! Ronnie? That's also a boy's name! Can I just call you 'Nanny'?" Tony questioned endlessly, again.
Meanwhile, Thor was running around the jet while blabbing about being a god. Pepper, who was chasing him, was crying. I didn't know why at first. Then I realized Thor was holding a boot, like the others are wearing. I looked at Pepper and saw that her left foot was naked.
"Gimme my boot back, you mean wittow bwonde boy!" cries Pepper with her cute little voice.
I chased Thor around. Luckily, I caught him and he was in my tight grasp. He tries to get out of my arms.
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Ronnie the Nanny (Littlevengers/Steve Rogers Fanfic) *MIGHT RESUME ON SEPTEMBER*
FanficShe's thirteen, eldest of three, part of the Avengers and... Steve Rogers' babysitter? After Ronica Lorenzo's mission with the Avengers, Tony Stark and Bruce Banner's experiment goes wrong and turns the Avengers, and Pepper, to toddlers. Ronica, no...