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shanachie_quillTitle: Avengers’ Eyass (Part One)
Characters: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Phil Coulson, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, other SHIELD agents and various people
Fandom: Avengers
Series: wee!Hawkeye
Written For:
Prompt: Clint gets de-aged. And not in the way you think.
Summary: The Avengers have dealt with just about everything life has thrown at them, but when one of their own gets turned into a child, can they deal with that?
Rating: PG-13 (rating might go up)
Spoilers: comic verse
Warnings: swearing, cuteness, de-aged Avenger
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this.
Author's Note: Yes, I know de-aged has been done to death. But this isn’t your typical de-aged fic…as I think you’ll see. Yes, this is a WIP, but I’ve got a chunk more than this written so hopefully I’ll be about to post some more in a few days. For now, enjoy!
No one batted an eye when the Avengers’ Quinjet landed on the deck of the Helicarrier and the team disembarked. Not even when Iron Man and Thor exited first and scanned their surroundings before Banner and Rogers exited and also checked the area. It was when the Black Widow walked down the ramp, a small blonde boy riding in her arms, that work came to a standstill for a minute.
Natasha glared at them for a minute, before shifting the boy; who had his arms wrapped around her neck. “What? You’ve never seen a child before?” she demanded.
One of the men opened his mouth to say something, then clearly thought better of it, turning back to his work. The others quickly followed suit. “I think it’s more they’ve never seen you with a child before, Natasha,” Tony responded.
“Don’t think I won’t hurt you later, Stark,” she replied, shifting the boy again and striding off towards the entrance to the bridge. “I won’t have him forever.”
“You really shouldn’t bait her, Tony,” Steve said in a tone of long suffering.
“You aren’t finding this even remotely blackmail worthy?” Tony asked as they followed. “I mean he latched onto the Black Widow.”
“I think that has less to do with who she is and more to do with what she is,” Steve replied. When Tony looked at him, he elaborated, “She’s female. And I didn’t mean that he has a crush on her, Tony. She either makes him feel safe or he sees a mothering figure.”
Before Tony could think of a response to that, the group reached the bridge. Natasha strode out onto it without a thought; the boy clinging to her like a monkey as most of the work on the bridge paused to take a good look at them. Fury didn’t react to the interruption other than to glare at his agent. “Agent Romanov, there had better be a damn good reason for the appearance of a child on my bridge.”
“He’s not a child, Sir. He’s Agent Barton,” she answered, drawing as close to attention as she could with Clint in her arms.
“My agent is not a child,” he snapped in response, staring at the boy.
“Yes, well, shit happens,” Tony snapped back. “That is what we woke up to this morning. Or more accurately, the screams of that.”
Steve sighed. “Tony, we discussed this. Clint is not a that. Please don’t refer to him as a that.”
“I can he-ar you,” Clint spoke up in a singsong. “I’m right he-re.”
“Clint,” Natasha chided. “Apologize. Tony, you, too.”
“Why do I…” Tony started, but changed his words at a look from Steve. “Sorry for calling you a ‘that’, Clint.”
“Sorry, Toe-nay,” Clint parroted back.
Fury looked constipated for a moment. “Why. Is my agent a child?” he asked when it was clear none of the Avengers were going to volunteer anything.
“We don’t know,” Bruce spoke up from where he’d been standing off to the side. “We really did wake up to him screaming this morning. He appears to know who he is, but not who any of us are. And he latched onto Natasha and won’t let her go.”
One of the female bridge crew appeared at Fury’s side without the director making a motion. “He needs to go down to Medical so his identity can be verified. While that’s happening, we’ll discuss how we’re going to proceed.”
Natasha whispered something to the child and he reluctantly allowed her to transfer his clinging hold to the other agent. He watched from over the other agent’s shoulder as he was carried from the bridge.
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Coulson heard the yelling as soon as he entered Medical and immediately changed his trajectory so he would head directly for it. As he got closer, he realized it wasn't inarticulate screaming like he had thought but a high, pipping voice yelling three names over and over again. Rounding the last corner, he couldn't really say he was surprised by the sight that greeted him.
The boy the Avengers had identified as Clint Barton had somehow gotten himself up on top of the cabinet in the room, higher than any of the personal could reach. He was pelting the doctors and nurses in the room with rolls of gauze as he yelled, "Barney! Tasha! Steve! I need you!" over and over.
Coulson took in this scene in a moment and knew he needed to take control and exert some influence over the pint-sized archer. "Clinton Francis Barton, desist right now," he snapped.
Clint's mouth snapped shut in shock, causing him to hiccup on his next repetition of the names. He gulped as he tried to keep either a cry or a yell inside, Coulson wasn't entirely sure which was about to win out. "How do you know my name?" he demanded.
"I know a lot of things," Coulson replied. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I want Barney."
"Throwing things will not get you what you want," Coulson said as one of the doctors tried to edge around and grab for Clint. The young boy bounced a projectile off the man's forehead in response. "Clint."
"I want Barney!" Clint repeated stubbornly. "Leave me alone!"
"I understand that you want your brother, but that's not possible right now," Coulson responded calmly.
The boy looked surprised that he'd gotten a rational answer instead of just being told no and sat up straighter, holding off on his next throw. "I want Tasha then," he immediately demanded. "Or Steve."
"Natasha and Steve are in a meeting with Colonel Fury," Coulson replied patiently. "They sent me to find you."
"Don't like him," Clint said decisively. "He growls. He sent me down here to them." The boy pointed at the doctor who'd attempted to retrieve him. "And he tried to stab me!"
"I'm sure he wasn't trying to hurt you, Clint."
"He had a needle. And it was this big!" Clint held his hands apart at almost shoulder width to demonstrate.
Coulson suppressed a smile at the exaggeration before answering, "I'm sure it wasn't that big."
"Uh-huh it was," Clint insisted.
“Well, you can’t stay up there forever. You need to come down and finish your exam.”
Clint shook his head vehemently. “No! Don’t want to get stabbed!”
Coulson turned his attention to the doctor, keeping Clint in his peripheral vision. “What is he referring to? Why did you try to ‘stab’ him?”
“We need a blood sample to establish that he is Agent Barton,” the doctor replied. “Among other things.”
He really wanted to rub a hand over his face, this hadn’t been in the job description, but then again neither had a lot of the things he’d had to deal with since becoming the Avengers’ liaison. “And you tried to just take the sample. Did you tell him what you were doing?” he asked.
“Agent Barton knows the protocols,” the doctor responded.
“Agent Barton knows them, Clint Barton does not.” Coulson pointed to the child who was watching the scene with interest. “He’s a child. You cannot treat him like the adults. He doesn’t understand.” He unbuttoned his jacket, stripping it off. “If you show him that things will be all right, he might be more amendable.” As he spoke, he rolled up his left sleeve. “Clint? The doctor is going to take a blood sample from me. Then I need you to come down so he can do the same for you.”
Clint shifted in place, but only watched as the doctor pulled gloves on and proceeded to prep the needle and draw blood from Coulson’s arm. When the man moved away, the boy asked, “Did it hurt?”
“It’s a pinch. It hurts when the needle slides in,” Coulson replied. “But it doesn’t hurt much or for long. Are you ready to come down now?”
“Catch me!” Clint demanded before flinging himself off the top of the cabinet.
Coulson had just enough time to get his hands up before the small body slammed into his chest, clearly the perfect aim wasn’t something Clint had just learned, but was instinctive because he hit Coulson almost dead center. The agent stumbled back a step, but wrapped his arms around the smaller body, hugging him close as Clint attached himself limpet-like to Coulson. “A little more warning next time, please.”
“I knew you wouldn’t let me fall,” Clint replied, his voice muffled from where he had his face buried in Coulson’s neck.
“Oh, you did, huh? And how did you know that?” Coulson hitched himself back into place on the exam table, settling Clint in his lap. “Let the doctor have your arm, please.”
“’Cause that’s what you do. You catch us,” Clint informed him as he wiggled an arm free and held it out to the doctor. He eyed the other man suspiciously. “Be nice.”
“Clint,” Coulson said reproachfully, biting back a smile when he got a pout in response. “You need to use your words correctly.”
“I did,” Clint insisted. “He needs to be nice to me. Ouch!” the boy yelped as the doctor slipped the needle into his vein. “That hurt!” he accused.
Coulson smoothed a hand down Clint’s blonde hair, brushing it back from his face. “Does it still hurt?” he asked as the doctor smoothly filled vials and then withdrew the needle.
“A little.” Clint sniffed, but didn’t cry. “Can we go find Tasha and Steve now?”
“I don’t see why not,” Coulson replied. He slipped off the exam table, shifting Clint around until he was able to settle the boy on his hip. Clint immediately wrapped his arms around the agent’s neck before sending a glare in the direction of the doctor. Coulson decided not to say anything since Clint was being uncharacteristically restrained.
Part Two
Characters: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Phil Coulson, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, other SHIELD agents and various people
Fandom: Avengers
Series: wee!Hawkeye
Written For:
Prompt: Clint gets de-aged. And not in the way you think.
Summary: The Avengers have dealt with just about everything life has thrown at them, but when one of their own gets turned into a child, can they deal with that?
Rating: PG-13 (rating might go up)
Spoilers: comic verse
Warnings: swearing, cuteness, de-aged Avenger
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this.
Author's Note: Yes, I know de-aged has been done to death. But this isn’t your typical de-aged fic…as I think you’ll see. Yes, this is a WIP, but I’ve got a chunk more than this written so hopefully I’ll be about to post some more in a few days. For now, enjoy!
No one batted an eye when the Avengers’ Quinjet landed on the deck of the Helicarrier and the team disembarked. Not even when Iron Man and Thor exited first and scanned their surroundings before Banner and Rogers exited and also checked the area. It was when the Black Widow walked down the ramp, a small blonde boy riding in her arms, that work came to a standstill for a minute.
Natasha glared at them for a minute, before shifting the boy; who had his arms wrapped around her neck. “What? You’ve never seen a child before?” she demanded.
One of the men opened his mouth to say something, then clearly thought better of it, turning back to his work. The others quickly followed suit. “I think it’s more they’ve never seen you with a child before, Natasha,” Tony responded.
“Don’t think I won’t hurt you later, Stark,” she replied, shifting the boy again and striding off towards the entrance to the bridge. “I won’t have him forever.”
“You really shouldn’t bait her, Tony,” Steve said in a tone of long suffering.
“You aren’t finding this even remotely blackmail worthy?” Tony asked as they followed. “I mean he latched onto the Black Widow.”
“I think that has less to do with who she is and more to do with what she is,” Steve replied. When Tony looked at him, he elaborated, “She’s female. And I didn’t mean that he has a crush on her, Tony. She either makes him feel safe or he sees a mothering figure.”
Before Tony could think of a response to that, the group reached the bridge. Natasha strode out onto it without a thought; the boy clinging to her like a monkey as most of the work on the bridge paused to take a good look at them. Fury didn’t react to the interruption other than to glare at his agent. “Agent Romanov, there had better be a damn good reason for the appearance of a child on my bridge.”
“He’s not a child, Sir. He’s Agent Barton,” she answered, drawing as close to attention as she could with Clint in her arms.
“My agent is not a child,” he snapped in response, staring at the boy.
“Yes, well, shit happens,” Tony snapped back. “That is what we woke up to this morning. Or more accurately, the screams of that.”
Steve sighed. “Tony, we discussed this. Clint is not a that. Please don’t refer to him as a that.”
“I can he-ar you,” Clint spoke up in a singsong. “I’m right he-re.”
“Clint,” Natasha chided. “Apologize. Tony, you, too.”
“Why do I…” Tony started, but changed his words at a look from Steve. “Sorry for calling you a ‘that’, Clint.”
“Sorry, Toe-nay,” Clint parroted back.
Fury looked constipated for a moment. “Why. Is my agent a child?” he asked when it was clear none of the Avengers were going to volunteer anything.
“We don’t know,” Bruce spoke up from where he’d been standing off to the side. “We really did wake up to him screaming this morning. He appears to know who he is, but not who any of us are. And he latched onto Natasha and won’t let her go.”
One of the female bridge crew appeared at Fury’s side without the director making a motion. “He needs to go down to Medical so his identity can be verified. While that’s happening, we’ll discuss how we’re going to proceed.”
Natasha whispered something to the child and he reluctantly allowed her to transfer his clinging hold to the other agent. He watched from over the other agent’s shoulder as he was carried from the bridge.
Coulson heard the yelling as soon as he entered Medical and immediately changed his trajectory so he would head directly for it. As he got closer, he realized it wasn't inarticulate screaming like he had thought but a high, pipping voice yelling three names over and over again. Rounding the last corner, he couldn't really say he was surprised by the sight that greeted him.
The boy the Avengers had identified as Clint Barton had somehow gotten himself up on top of the cabinet in the room, higher than any of the personal could reach. He was pelting the doctors and nurses in the room with rolls of gauze as he yelled, "Barney! Tasha! Steve! I need you!" over and over.
Coulson took in this scene in a moment and knew he needed to take control and exert some influence over the pint-sized archer. "Clinton Francis Barton, desist right now," he snapped.
Clint's mouth snapped shut in shock, causing him to hiccup on his next repetition of the names. He gulped as he tried to keep either a cry or a yell inside, Coulson wasn't entirely sure which was about to win out. "How do you know my name?" he demanded.
"I know a lot of things," Coulson replied. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I want Barney."
"Throwing things will not get you what you want," Coulson said as one of the doctors tried to edge around and grab for Clint. The young boy bounced a projectile off the man's forehead in response. "Clint."
"I want Barney!" Clint repeated stubbornly. "Leave me alone!"
"I understand that you want your brother, but that's not possible right now," Coulson responded calmly.
The boy looked surprised that he'd gotten a rational answer instead of just being told no and sat up straighter, holding off on his next throw. "I want Tasha then," he immediately demanded. "Or Steve."
"Natasha and Steve are in a meeting with Colonel Fury," Coulson replied patiently. "They sent me to find you."
"Don't like him," Clint said decisively. "He growls. He sent me down here to them." The boy pointed at the doctor who'd attempted to retrieve him. "And he tried to stab me!"
"I'm sure he wasn't trying to hurt you, Clint."
"He had a needle. And it was this big!" Clint held his hands apart at almost shoulder width to demonstrate.
Coulson suppressed a smile at the exaggeration before answering, "I'm sure it wasn't that big."
"Uh-huh it was," Clint insisted.
“Well, you can’t stay up there forever. You need to come down and finish your exam.”
Clint shook his head vehemently. “No! Don’t want to get stabbed!”
Coulson turned his attention to the doctor, keeping Clint in his peripheral vision. “What is he referring to? Why did you try to ‘stab’ him?”
“We need a blood sample to establish that he is Agent Barton,” the doctor replied. “Among other things.”
He really wanted to rub a hand over his face, this hadn’t been in the job description, but then again neither had a lot of the things he’d had to deal with since becoming the Avengers’ liaison. “And you tried to just take the sample. Did you tell him what you were doing?” he asked.
“Agent Barton knows the protocols,” the doctor responded.
“Agent Barton knows them, Clint Barton does not.” Coulson pointed to the child who was watching the scene with interest. “He’s a child. You cannot treat him like the adults. He doesn’t understand.” He unbuttoned his jacket, stripping it off. “If you show him that things will be all right, he might be more amendable.” As he spoke, he rolled up his left sleeve. “Clint? The doctor is going to take a blood sample from me. Then I need you to come down so he can do the same for you.”
Clint shifted in place, but only watched as the doctor pulled gloves on and proceeded to prep the needle and draw blood from Coulson’s arm. When the man moved away, the boy asked, “Did it hurt?”
“It’s a pinch. It hurts when the needle slides in,” Coulson replied. “But it doesn’t hurt much or for long. Are you ready to come down now?”
“Catch me!” Clint demanded before flinging himself off the top of the cabinet.
Coulson had just enough time to get his hands up before the small body slammed into his chest, clearly the perfect aim wasn’t something Clint had just learned, but was instinctive because he hit Coulson almost dead center. The agent stumbled back a step, but wrapped his arms around the smaller body, hugging him close as Clint attached himself limpet-like to Coulson. “A little more warning next time, please.”
“I knew you wouldn’t let me fall,” Clint replied, his voice muffled from where he had his face buried in Coulson’s neck.
“Oh, you did, huh? And how did you know that?” Coulson hitched himself back into place on the exam table, settling Clint in his lap. “Let the doctor have your arm, please.”
“’Cause that’s what you do. You catch us,” Clint informed him as he wiggled an arm free and held it out to the doctor. He eyed the other man suspiciously. “Be nice.”
“Clint,” Coulson said reproachfully, biting back a smile when he got a pout in response. “You need to use your words correctly.”
“I did,” Clint insisted. “He needs to be nice to me. Ouch!” the boy yelped as the doctor slipped the needle into his vein. “That hurt!” he accused.
Coulson smoothed a hand down Clint’s blonde hair, brushing it back from his face. “Does it still hurt?” he asked as the doctor smoothly filled vials and then withdrew the needle.
“A little.” Clint sniffed, but didn’t cry. “Can we go find Tasha and Steve now?”
“I don’t see why not,” Coulson replied. He slipped off the exam table, shifting Clint around until he was able to settle the boy on his hip. Clint immediately wrapped his arms around the agent’s neck before sending a glare in the direction of the doctor. Coulson decided not to say anything since Clint was being uncharacteristically restrained.
Part Two
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