I sewed a dress yesterday! It's pretty. It's got butterflies on it. The only thing better would be if I owned Marvel.

This was a request by Booklover_forlife08 I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Bad language in front of children. cute children versions of most of the Avengers, dad Tony.

Tony would love to explain to the poor SHIELD agents exactly how he got into this situation, but his hands were a little full with the 11 five years olds that he now had to take care of. He got out a vague mumble of "bad guys—Magic—babies," before he had to yell at Peter for trying to crawl on the ceiling.

Long story short: Clint, Natasha, Peter, Thor, Loki, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Rhodey, Wanda, and Bruce got turned into five year olds but still retained all of their powers.So, between a hyperactive spider-child, a baby hulk that got angry over the weirdest and most inconsequential things, two god-toddlers, one bully-hating super-soldier kid and one with a metal arm, a magic midget, and two spy siblings, Tony was a bit overwhelmed. That wasn't even including Rhodey and Sam who, while not having any 'powers', were fully equipped with miniature versions of their gadgets and suits.

"Okay. Stop!" Tony yelled. The room full of kindergarten-aged heroes immediately quieted.

"Oh. Alright." Tony mumbled, then raised his voice to address all the kids again. "I need everyone to find a seat—on the floor, Peter—and sit quietly while I get us a snack."

Tony made sure the kids were following his orders before asking FRIDAY to keep an eye on them and heading to the kitchen to grab a couple boxes of pop-tarts and fruit snacks. When he came back in, Peter was hanging upside down off the back of his chair, and Clint was poking a very annoyed Natasha.

"Peter. Sit up straight. And Clint, stop poking Natasha." Tony placed the snacks on the table, waiting for the kids to all be sitting quietly and calmly.

"Okay. Everyone can have one Poptart and two fruit snacks." Tony passed the snacks out to each child, some receiving them more enthusiastically than others. Natasha tried to decline, but Tony had planned for that and gave her the choice to get a different snack instead. She decided on an apple that Tony cut up for her.

Coulson walked in and glanced over the mostly calm children. (That excluded Peter—who was bouncing on a couch—and Thor—who was trying to get Loki to share his Poptart.)

"Wow, Stark." Agent whistled. "Didn't know you had it in you."

Tony glared at the man. "I can only handle this for so long. You will figure out how to get them back, and I won't throw them off the tower. It's a lot easier to do when they are half my size." Tony threatened.

Coulson's lips twitched in amusement. "Sorry, Stark. I have it on good authority that it'll wear off in a week, and there is nothing we can do until then."

Tony cursed softly under his breath.

"Mr. Tony?" Steve asked politely, having the enhanced hearing necessary to pick up what Tony had said. "What does shit mean?"

Tony panicked. "Umm...it's a very bad word that I shouldn't have said, and you should never say it either."

Steve nodded.

"Shit!" Peter yelled happily from the ceiling.

Coulson laughed and left.

———

"It's a really cool game, and I came up with it, and can you please play it with me?" Rhodey gabe Tony his best puppy eyes. Tony glanced over the other children, making sure none of them were in any immediate mortal danger before agreeing.

"Alright. How do we play?"

Rhodey smiled. "So—I have—I have this ball, and you have to try and take it from me, but if you take it you have to throw it in the air to win, but if I have it I win."

Tony blinked. "Doesn't that mean you always win, because you have it?"

"No!" Rhodey huffed. "I can't win all the time, because that's not fair." He gently took Tony's hands, placing as compassionate of a look as a five year old could have on his face. "It's okay to not win, Mr. Tony."

"Yeah!" Sam said. "It's just more fun to win!"

Tony laughed. "Okay. Let's play, then."

He didn't totally understand the rules—and he's a genius—but Rhodey seemed to want to go easy on him and somehow let Tony win every few rounds. Sam, on the other hand, totally understood the rules, and was using Redwing to help him out. Finally, Tony was able to excuse himself and let the two keep playing by themselves.

He went to check on Peter and Clint, who, last he had checked, were playing LEGOs. They still were, and Peter was adorably focused on the small house they were designing.

Loki, Thor, and Natasha were sitting in a circle talking about weird child things that Tony didn't understand and playing with some toys.

Wanda and Bruce were playing some game where Wanda had to come up with something for Bruce to make and Bruce pretended to make it. They were currently making a "pink tiara with three flowers and sparkles and when you touch the flower in the middle, it makes candy, and the one on the left clears your allergies, and the other one gives you whatever you want!"

Steve and Bucky were watching a show on the TV, their eyes wide and their mouths open as some dog saved the day.

Tony ran a headcount. Once he was sure everyone was accounted for, he asked FRIDAY for anything else he had to do.

"It would be a good idea to go to the grocery sometime today or tomorrow to restock enough for the next week. Five year olds are more picky eaters than most adults, so you may have trouble feeding them anything you currently have stocked."

Tony silently agreed. Last night, they had had pasta, but Tony had to make a separate batch of just plain noodles because half of the kids didn't like either cheese or tomato sauce or meat, or just didn't like that they could see 'green stuff' in their food. Tony personally liked the added basil, but whatever, Peter.

"Hey, kiddos!" He shouted. The kids all turned to have him, with the notable exception of Peter. Peter seems to always be the exception. "Peter, bud. Eyes on me."

Peter reluctantly put down the next LEGO piece and turned to look at Tony.

"We," Tony said, "are going to the grocery store. Everyone needs to get shoes and socks on and find their jacket."

The children scattered to find their newly purchased shoes and jackets for the week.

When they were all lined up at the door, Peter holding Tony's hand so he wouldn't lose him, Tony did a quick head out before walking them to the limo. He buckled each one in safely in their car seats and started the drive to the grocery store.

After 7 "Are we there yet?"s, 3 "if you don't stop, I will turn this car around!"s, and 2 "I need to go to the bathroom..."s, they finally arrived.

Tony turned to get everyone out of the car, and made them all hold hands as they walked trough the store. Only moments after arriving, Steve spoke up.

"Mr. Tony?" He asked. "Wanda and Natasha are gone."

Tony dropped the box of cereal he was holding into the cart and turned around to see that Steve was right.

"Okay. Everyone kept holding hands and come with me." Tony held Peter's hand and used him to bring all the other kids as he pushed the cart frantically through the aisles. He finally found the two missing children in the candy aisle, Wanda using her magic to lift Natasha high enough that she could grab the chocolate bars.

Tony grabbed Natasha out of the air and berated the two. "That was a very bad decision. You could have been hurt or kidnapped, and I was worried. If you want something, you need to speak up."

Tony waited for the girls to nod, and then dropped the chocolate into the cart. "Good. Now, I'll get this today, but next time if you don't ask, you aren't going to get it."

"Thank you, Mr. Tony." Natasha said shyly.

"You are very welcome." Tony smiled. "Now, hold hands."

They got through the trip with little to no more incidents—except for Loki trying to stab Thor with a badly placed kitchen knife for sale.

When they were back home, Tony immediately placed them in front of a movie to give himself a break.

———

At long last, the week was over. The Avengers admitted to remembering most of their time as children, and thanked Tony for taking such good care of them. Tony, in an attempt to shrug off the praise, immediately started using their actions as blackmail.

And when—the same day the Avengers turned back—Tony fell asleep on the couch almost immediately, no one pranked him like they normally would have. They covered him in soft blankets and quietly tiptoed out of the room, leaving the poor exhausted man to his sleep.

The End.

Totally honest, most of that was based off of my actually five year old little sister, so I hope you enjoyed!!

Bye!