"I am never, ever touching that spellbook again."

"Oh, don't be like that, Doll. It wasn't that bad, was it?"

"Easy for you to say! You didn't have to deal with two-year-old you!"

The Avengers have been fixed. The counter-spell worked like a charm, changing each of them back into the adults they're supposed to be. Everyone has been cleaning up the mess that they created. Tony, Peter, Bruce, and Vision have been stuck in the lab. Natasha, Clint, Steve, and Sam have conquered the messy kitchen. Thor, T'Challa, and Loki have decided to make sure the armory and Quinjets are all in order. Wanda and Stephen took it upon themselves to fix the meditation room, the one they destroyed with magical tantrums.

This leaves the Avengers compound in a surprisingly state of quiet. You and Bucky have taken advantage of this quiet, curled up on the sofa in the living room. You've both been discussing what happened over the few hours they were little heroes, and the things you shared with each other nearly bring you to joyful tears multiple times.

Everything has been both awkward and hilarious since the toddler Avengers have recuperated. They remember everything that happened while they were small, even the embarrassing bits. All in all, they were more grateful than shy about what you did to keep them from hurting themselves or others. Hot drinks, high falls, magical tantrums, stubbornness: you'd seen it all.

"You were so freakin' clingy!" you grin, leaning into Bucky's embrace. "Even as a toddler, oh my Odin. You wouldn't let go of my leg or arm or hair. You pulled my hair, Barnes!"

Bucky makes a face. "Sorry? It's just so pretty."

You sigh, curling up in his lap. "I'm glad to have you back as you, though. You were exhausting. All of you were."

Bucky's arms tighten around you, and he rests his chin on your hair. "So, no kids for us in the foreseeable future?"

You scoff, "Not if they're like you, nope!"

"Oh, c'mon, Doll. I was cute, wasn't I?"

"A little. You were all pretty damn adorable. Doesn't mean I wanna babysit all of you."

Bucky laughs, the sound vibrating in his chest under your ear. "You did great, Doll. Thanks for makin' sure none of us killed ourselves...or each other."

You nod and snuggle closer, closing your eyes in relief. "I am never touching that freakin' spellbook ever again. Ever."

But you knew that was a promise you couldn't keep.

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SERIES END.