"The bed isn't big enough for all of us." Half of the group starts to cry. Loudly. "Okay, okay! I take it back. You can all stay."

With a sigh, you pull the spellbook from your nightstand. Each of the fourteen little heroes is piled near you on the mattress. It was the best idea you could think of, one that keeps them all near you. No one can get into trouble. No one can hurt themselves or others. No one can burn down the compound while you try to fix this baby-sized mess.

And it is a mess. Half of the group is trying to get your attention my crawling on you or poking you while the other half is busy with other parts of the bed: pillows, comforter, books, or each other. Bucky and Wanda are curled up on each of your shoulders, quietly watching you flip through the book. Steve and Sam are sitting to your left, Natasha and Clint on your right. Tony is poking your right foot while Vision is phasing in and out of the nearest pillow.

Since he wouldn't behave, Loki is hovering over his brother, still in a magical pack-n-play. Thor reaches through the bars, trying to grab his brother's hand. T'Challa and Bruce are sitting on the edge of the bed, little legs swinging off back and forth. Peter is crawling on your headboard, and Stephen is staring straight at you with his arms crossed.

You hate to admit it, but they all made very, very cute toddlers.

You drop the spellbook onto your chest, glaring back at Stephen from your reclined position. "What? You wanna help?"

Stephen crawls over to you, leaning against your arm. He points to the book. You flip it open and show it to him. He uses his baby-sized magic to flip to the back, in a section labeled, "Remedies." On the third page, you see a counter-spell to the one you created earlier that day.

"Fix!" he exclaims in a toddler voice, pointing to the page while staring at you. "Fix!"

To Be Continued...