Winter Break: The Baby Avengers

Chapter 3

Maria's POV

I walked with Tony, Steve, Sam, Natasha,  Loki, and Bruce. We already had went through the clothes section. Tony got all black clothing, Steve got red, white, and blue clothing, Sam got grey, Natasha got pink, Loki got green, and Bruce got purple clothing. I was surprised about Natasha's choice of color but she's a girl and only 4. Speaking of, all of the avenger's were turned into Four year olds.  Now we were in the toy section. I waited in the far corner of the store and got on my phone waiting for them to pick out a toy. "NOOOO" I heard what sounded like Tony screaming. I got up and went to see what was up and what I seen will leave a scar alright. Hulk, not Bruce,  Hulk had destroyed half the Isle.  While the other kids laughed,  Tony was crying so I went to pick him up. "What's wrong Tony?"  Despite Hulk knocking down isles,  I was sure that wasn't the problem.  "Sam took my-"  He hiccup ed from sobbing to much-"My teddy bear! " He continued to sob. As to keep him from crying his eyes out completely I confronted Sam. "Sam, give Tony back his teddy bear." Sam look at me and stuck his tongue out. "No."
"Why not?"
"Because I want it."
"Well that's too bad now give-" Ma'am, you're going to have to pay for all this." An young male employee interrupted. "I know that and do you mind?-" "Oh my lord! Are these your children? Why is this one green? Is he sick? Why are holding the child like that? Why is he crying? Is this how your supposed to treat children?" Another person interrupted. She was old and looked as if she just seen a tornado flash before her eyes. I lost it, I couldn't take the screaming, laughing, crying, and the interruptions.

We ended up leaving with half the toy store and the old lady. I somehow managed to calm all the kids down, well, I didn't. The old lady did. She got them to pick up the toys and put them in the carts then sit quietly. So, I ended up taking her back to Stark Tower to baby sit and help Coulson and me. I'm still pissed because we had to fill up 4 carts of damaged toys. I insisted of throwing them all away after paying for them but the kids wanted them.

We went back to Stark Tower. As soon as we got there, every single one of the little demons fell asleep. It was okay, until Natasha rolled over and accidently throat punched Loki, who started crying but quickly went back to sleep. I stood by the kitchen counter. The old lady came up beside me and introduced herself. "My name is May. Most call me Aunt May. I'm surprised you've managed to keep these kids in control, well, until today of course. How long?" I looked at her.
"How long what?"
"How long have you been taking care of them?"
"Not long."
"Are they not yours?"
"No-well-I-It's complicated."
"Seems to be." I look back at half of the Avengers sleeping in the couch or floor.
"So, May, you seem to know what your doing, practice I'm guessing?"
"Yes, yes. I've never had children but my sister, she did. Her little Peter...I was chosen to take care of him- well Ben and I were chosen to take care of him."
"Ben?"
"My husband. He died of course...shot. And Peter, all grown up now, well most of the time." She chuckled. All this sounded familiar. The name Peter, the story....PETER. AH CRAP I forgot about Coulson and the other avengers!
"Peter-Does your nephew happened to be Peter Parker?"
"Yes...H-How did you know?"
"Hear of him, photographer right?" I covered up what I meant say. I can't just say 'Isn't he Spiderman?'
"Yes."
"Thought so." I walked towards Stark's room, and came back out with blankets. As I covered the tiny avengers up, I put some thought into about what made Loki do such thing. Was it an accident or did he just want the attention he need as a kid?