They were still children when I woke up. And they were still in my bed. It was adorable, really. Thor and Steve were curled up into each other, as were Natasha and Clint. Tony and Bruce were each curled up to me. Bruce's head was above the covers and rested on my chest. I couldn't see Tony, but process of elimination ruled that he was the one who had his arms and legs wrapped around my left leg. I smiled to myself. I really loved these guys as kids.

     But I did need to get them changed back.

     After breakfast -- poptarts -- I took everyone down to the lab and pulled Tony and Bruce over to their machine.

     "Okay, geniuses," I said. "What went wrong?"

     "We're not sure," Tony answered. "We looked over the blueprints several times and found nothing wrong when we compared them to the machine!"

     Bruce nodded in agreement.

     I looked over the machine for a moment. "Do you guys have a log on the machine? Something that counts the years you de-aged yourselves -- something that's built-in?"

     Bruce nodded again, "There's a screen on the back."

     I checked the screen and found the logs -- log, really. I laughed. "Five."

     "What?" Tony and Bruce asked at the same time.

     "What number did you mean to type in?"

     "Fifteen," Tony answered.

     I laughed, "You didn't type in the 'one', Tony. You only typed in 'five'."

     Their jaws dropped open. Tony ran over to see if I was lying or not. Sure enough, there was "5" written quite plainly. Tony groaned. He set up a new test and made sure to clearly type in "Reverse". I assumed that this would set them all back to their original ages. I made him wait before pushing the button. I told all of them to get into their adult clothes as best they could. Everything was too big on them, but I figured that they would grow into them -- literally.

     I stepped out of the lab before Tony started the machine. I didn't know what it would do to me if it had nothing to change, and I wasn't keen on finding out. It could do nothing, but it could also do something unpleasant. I saw the machine flash and waited a few minutes before going back into the lab. I was relieved to see my teammates adjusting their clothing that they had grown back into. I rushed forward and grabbed Clint in a huge hug and then attacked Steve similarly. I then hugged Thor, Natasha, and Bruce. I waited until Tony was done turning off the machine before hugging him as well.

     "I'm so glad you guys are back to normal!"

     They laughed.

     "If it makes you feel any better, you're a great mom, Kathryn," Steve said, putting an arm around my shoulders.

     I chuckled, "I like being the youngest better. I have to keep up my reputation."

     "How did that even start?" Bruce asked.

     "I became 'the Youngest Avenger' when my friends started calling me that on social media."

     Tony rolled his eyes, "Kids."

     J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice suddenly filled the room as he informed Clint and Natasha that there was a S.H.I.E.L.D. jet waited for them on the landing pad. Clint swore as he ran out of the room.

     "We've known about this for only a few days," Natasha explained. "But being five didn't give us much of a chance to get ready. We'll see you guys in a few weeks."

     I gaped as she walked out of the room. I looked up at Steve.

     "I guess we got you guys back just in time, then."

     He laughed.

**

     Great mom my ass.

     I was nineteen, and I was still having these stupid nightmares. And worse; Clint wasn't here to help me. I mean, he was always there when I had a nightmare. And in my frightened haze, it took me a few minutes to remember that I could go to Steve. I stood, still shaking, and used the wall to support myself as I made my way through and out of my apartment, and then down the hallway to the elevator. I went up to the floor Steve and Tony shared and used the wall all the way down to Steve's door on the left side of the hallway. I knocked on the door as hard as I could make myself.

     "Miss Rogers," J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke, though quietly since it was the middle of the night, "would you like me to wake Captain Rogers?"

     "Please, J.A.R.V.I.S.," I whispered.

     I only had to wait about a minute before the door opened and Steve was looking down at me worriedly. I stumbled forward and wrapped my arms around his torso, burying my face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around my back and waist, holding me for a moment before leading me into his apartment and closing the door behind us.

     Steve led me into his living room and laid down on the couch before pulling me down with him. I didn't shift this time. I didn't want to sleep again, I wanted comfort. Steve kept one arm around me and used the other to stroke my hair. I clutched his shirt in my hands as I tried to focus on his petting instead of the leftover visions from my dream.

     "Do you want to talk about it?" Steve murmured after a few minutes. I shook my head. "Okay."

     I didn't remember falling asleep. But I suddenly jerked awake as I felt like I was falling. When I finally focused, I realized that I was clutching Steve's shirt tighter that I had been before -- probably now stretching the fabric -- and Steve was stroking my hair again. When I was calm again, I turned my head to look up at him.

     "I didn't hurt you, did I?" I whispered.

     "No," Steve whispered back.

     I sighed, "Now you're playing mother, Steve."

     He chuckled, and I loved how deep it sounded in his chest, "You're a better mother."

     "Mothers don't have to go to their children for comfort after having nightmares."

     "Then we'll be sure to not de-age so drastically."

     I was tired, and his voice resonating in his chest was lulling me back to sleep, "Then tell Tony that next time he wants to try and defy the laws of physics, the can test it on himself first."

     Steve chuckled again and the last thing I heard before falling asleep was, "Yes, ma'am."

The End

A/N 

So. This is an idea I had bouncing around in my head. There is some information left out, but I'm thinking about combining these three "chapters" into one chapter for a longer fic I'm writing.

Kathryn Rogers is my go-to OC and she is the main character in the longer fic I'm writing. In this case, she had nightmares about the deaths of her mother and friends. That's what you see at the end there. And, of course, the Avengers always get up to all sorts of shenanigans, so this scenario is something I imagine could happen.

Please let me know if you liked this and would read the other full story!

I love you all, my wonderful readers!! <3