Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

"Can you just man up and change his diaper?"

Tom was very quickly becoming a household name – with Spider-Man on his portfolio and and Avenger's movie soon, he was beginning to be easier and easier to recognize. This recognition didn't go overlooked at home, either, but it also didn't let him have a big of a head as being in Hollywood would. When he was home, he was Tom. He visited his mom and helped his brother with homework, sometimes he helped around with his old chores and he babysat for his parents whenever they had a date night. And sometimes, he'd extend his babysitting skills for friends of the family – which is exactly what was happening now. His parents and their friends went out for dinner, and the couple was desperate to get out but couldn't find a babysitter for their newborn baby boy – that is, until Tom offered his expertise. 

"I've babysat Paddy," he reasoned, "it shouldn't be that different." The parents of the newborn didn't question it, they trusted Tom and, more importantly, they trusted his parents when they told them that Tom was responsible enough to handle it. And he made it the first couple of hours – he fed the baby, played with him, took him for a walk in the park. And then the baby started crying. He tried to repeat what he'd done earlier – he wasn't hungry, he didn't want to play, and he'd scream louder if Tom tried to remove him from the comfort of his home. So, Tom did what he always did when he panicked: he called you. It registered in his head what the baby needed and decided you were the best person for the job.

"Tom?" You called from the front door, Tom had left it open for you. "Tom?" You heard a faint, 'up here!', and made your way up the short staircase. You followed the distant sound of a baby crying and found Tom in the nursery, bouncing the baby in the air. "What's wrong with him?" You took off your sweater and put your bag down, walking toward Tom and taking the baby out of his outstretched hands. One whiff and you knew what was wrong – the baby needed to be changed. "Tom, what the hell?"

You held the baby at arms length away from you, the stench becoming too strong. "Why didn't you change him?" You looked at Tom's sheepish face and realized this was the reason Tom called you over.

"I've never done that before! Plus, that smell is foul. It's almost scary."

"Tom," you said calmly, "now, I know you didn't call me all the way over here to change a baby's diaper? Because you're afraid to change it?" Tom shrugged his shoulder's, a blush on his face. "Tom!"

"Darling, I'm sorry!" You shook your head, handing him the baby. Tom darted toward the door and stepped outside of the room.

"Tom!"

"Oh, come on! Can you just man up and change his diaper?" You shot him a glare and placed the baby in his crib, looking for the diapers and wipes. After changing him and disposing of the dirty diaper, you picked him up and placed him on your hip, rocking him back and forth while he smiled at you. You passed by Tom and stopped when you felt Tom's lips against your cheek.

"Thank you, my love," he gave you a cheeky smile, earning an eyeroll and a quiet hum from you.

"You owe me, Holland."