Childish (stony)

Chapter 3

Loud ringing was all around and Tony felt sand under his hands. His eyes had stopped working but he knew what had just happened. Pain increased in his chest and he reached helplessly in the air.

Tony's eyes shot open and he was shaking. He needed a glass of water. We waked into his kitchen and took note that three, boy sized suits were laying on the couch.

Getting the water was a challenge. He had to get on the table with a chair to help him. When he got back down he put his feet on the chair and it wobbled under him. He spilled the half the glass on himself and in the process of trying to get steady, he fell.

The landing was hard and his back started aching. He stayed on the floor for a minute before dragging himself back up again. "Damn it." He mumbled looking at the glass shards and the tiny red pool of red where he had just got up.

One of the glass pieces scraped his arm and he had a gash running down it. "JARVIS?" He called.

"Sir?"

"I need first aid." He walked to the couch sat on the floor, gripping his arm.

"I will inform Captain Rogers." The AI responded.

"Wait!" Tony said rather loudly. "Why him?" He questioned and held his arm closer to his body.

"The captain's room is the closest and he knows first aid." JARVIS answered simply.

"Fine." He pouted.

About a minute or so later the door was swung open and Steve entered in nothing more than a wife beater and baggy sweatpants.

"Tony? You okay? JARVIS said you needed my help." The lights came on and Steve saw the younger Tony by the couch gripping his arm with a trail of blood starting to collect.

"I didn't specifically need you, I just needed someone who knows how to wrap my arm." Tony mumbled. He was looking down and he seemed to be pouting.

Steve thought the sight of small Tony pouting was adorable, but his friend was in need of his help. "Here let me see." Steve walked over and took his shirt off.

"Why the hell are you taking you shirt off?" Tony scooted away slightly, cradling his arm.

"I need to stop the bleeding." The Captain wrapped the white shirt around Tony's small arm. Tony found his eyes traveling all across Steve's bare chest. "You shouldn't need stitches, its not that deep of a cut." Steve's words snapped Tony out of his trance.

"Are you done yet?" Tony asked. He felt is stomach lurch slightly when the Taller man grabbed him, bridal style, and started walk across the room. Instead of fighting, Tony just crossed his arms and let it happen. "You could at least bring me to the kitchen. Im hungry."

"If that's where you want to go." Steve answered, making a turn to the other side of the room leading out into the hall.

Tony looked up at the man, at his perfect jawline. He looked at his messy bed hair, which made him look more than attractive, his blue eyes that look so focused. His eyes wandered all over his friend's upper body and before he knew it he was being put down on a bar stool and had real bandages put on his arm.

"You look very nice, ya know that?" Tony yawned and rubbed his eye. Steve blinked a few times, flushed crimson, coughed, and turned to the fridge before muttering a thank you.

"What are you hungry for?" Steve asked from behind the door of the fridge, peering inside. It was a sad view, only milk and a few containers of take out were present in the fridge besides some eggs.

Tony's eyes snapped away from him and he looked anywhere but him. "Coffee." He stated. He could function without it.

"No." The Captain answered simply. "Not while your in this shape." Steve closed the fridge and looked around the kitchen for something to give the small child or to cook.

"What!" Tony slated his hands on the counter top and was kneeling one the chair. "You know I need coffee." His voice cracked. "Its not fair!" The small Tony felt tears come to his eyes. He was on the verge of a tantrum.

"Tony, this is not a game. You're stuck in your younger body and until we can find out how to turn you back or until tweaks off, your going to have to listen to me." Steve walked over to the counter and put his arms on the counter while staring at Tony.

"JARVIS is running tests on me constantly, I'm doing all I can do. Just let me drink some coffee!" Tony was getting further and further on the table and closer and closer to Steve. Their faces were only a few inches apart by the end of his rant.

"Tony." The way Steve said his name made Tony almost crumble. "You need actual food. I can help you when your this size, when you were older i could only do so much. Let me help you." Steve tore his face away from the boy.

Tony swallowed hard and turned away, sitting on the counter. After a few minutes of hearing searching, The door was opened and Natasha walked in.

"What is Tony doing up already?" She walked further in the room and sat on another chair.

"What am I doing up?" Tony threw up his arms. "Why are you up?"

"Steve and I normally have coffee in the morning before you all wake up." Natasha answered.

As if by some kind of trigger Tony's head wiped around to face the man. He kept silent but glared daggers at Steve.

Steve took no notice and kept up this search. By the time he gave up looking, The kitchen was full with the avengers, with the exception of Thor. Clint was talking to Natasha, Bruce was looking the morning paper, and Tony was still on the table, looking away from the rest of the group.

"How about we go out and get breakfast?" Steve announced. Mummers of agreement were followed before each person started filing out to get dressed.

Steve held out his hands to Tony, but tony crawled the other way and got of the table himself and walked to the door.