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Part 2 btw, and I dunno I'm thinking of 4 parts not 3

Stark Tower seems to have been rebuilt rather quickly after the Battle of New York - after half a dozen Alien war ships crabsbend into your penthouse and the Hulk had his play time -, but what else do you expect when Tony Stark hires the best of the best contractors that money can buy to build up his home - and a home that he wishes to share with what he hopes to be his new family.

Tony had many homes scattered across the globe, from Europe to England, Australia and the Caribbean. Some of them where big - and in some it more than just a handful, and in big , I mean huge - and ravishing on he inside and out, decorated by only the best of decorators, while others - just like his London home - were small but expensive. His tower and Malibu home were very precious to him, Tony start was a man that only opened his home to the People he duke trust.

Pepper for example lived most of her time in the Malibu home, although Tony had a floor in the tower pacifically for the new CEO of Stark Industries, there was also one for Rhodey and Phil had lived in the penthouse with Tony - although Phil had his own apartment payed by by SHIELD, he normally spent his time in the tower. Tony was hoping - when the tower was eventually fully furnished - that maybe some of the team could move in, after all, the tower was huge and was wasting away.

Steve keeps a firm hold on Tony's smaller frame, an arm under the Littles Rump and a hand cupping the back of his neck as they stand in the elevator that takes them up to Tony's Floor. Tony remains with his grip on Natasha's hand, listening as she whispers sweet nothings into his ear, rubs soothing circles on the back of his hand and kisses his knuckles as reassurance that she's still here and that he's not alone.

Steve has never seen this side of Natasha before - damn, he's never seen this side of Tony before nevermind Natasha; Steve was oblivious, but who wouldn't be after being frozen for 70 years and waking up in an entire new century? - and it's weird, but soothing to know that he isn't the only caregiver on the team. Natasha was a secured being, just like Tony, she has trust issues and didn't want people to know about her private life and having someone know was somewhat a curse and a blessing.

But Tony knew, and she was fine with that, just like Tony was fine that Natasha knew she he was a little.

Tony was Natasha's little Kotyonok After all

But he was Phil's Babyboy

"I need to fetch something, will you take him into the bathroom for me please and start a bath?"Natasha asks Steve, stepping into the livingroom of Tony's floor. Tony had gave up the penthouse to make it into a common room for everyone to hang out, having the floor directly under the penthouse for his own floor followed by Peppers floor and many others. It was fully furnished, decorated in a style that only Pepper Potts could have a hand in and untouched.

"Yeah, I can do that."Because he can, he's ran baths so many times before, he's looked after Littles - surely not his own because when he presented he was so sickly and ill, and by the time the serum sinked in he was igniting off hydra - and knew how to look after them because every Caregiver knew how to handle a little.

"Thank you,"She genuinely smiles, placing one last kiss of reassurance to Tony's temple - after leaning up onto the tips of her toes seeing as Steve was over 6 feet tall and by holding Tony, it meant the little was also up very high - before she is taking her hand out of Tony's grip so she can move her way into the kitchen.

Natasha trusts Steve enough to handle Tony, enjoying the image of Steve holding Tony as if the Little was made of glass, as if he would break into tiny little pieces. Tony wasn't sure if he could trust Steve, he wasn't in the right mindset to be making decisions for himself but if his Aunt 'Tash allowed someone to hold him, to carry him and to be left alone with him, then it was good enough for Tony's little mind.

He just wanted to he held

Tony looks up from where he had his face pressed into the crook of Steves neck, cheeks dampened with tears and a lost sound leaving the back of his throat at the lost of warm contact from Natasha. He doesn't realise that he's curling his hand around Steves dress shirt, watching as Natasha seems to get further and further away from him as he's carried away into his bedroom and into the connecting en-suite.

"Shh, it's alright Tony."Steve shushes whenever Tony lets out a small sniffle, gripping onto Steves shirt and the photo frame tighter."Your Aunt 'Tasha will be back in a Mo', get you all squeaky clean and in nice warm Jammies."Steve uses what he would call his Daddy voice, soft, gentle and cautious.

"Want Daddy,"Tony replies, crying a little harder whenever Steve goes to set the little onto the bathroom counter. Tony's grip tightens on Steves shirt, not wanting to be set down or pushed away.

"Okay, okay, you don't want to be put down, shh, I've got you."Steve soothes, holding Tony close who has resorted to crying all over again. Steve sighs, closing his eyes as he starts to pace around the bathroom to soothe and calm down Tony."JARVIS, how old is Tony?"

"Young Sir is around 18 months at this stage,"JARVIS replies.

"Right, okay."Steve sighs,"Tony, sweetheart, I have to set you down just for a second, okay? I'm not leaving, I just need to run you a bath."Steve speaks as he does, not wanting to surprise the already scared out of his mind Little. Steve manages - with great effort because he might be strong but he doesn't want to hurt Tony even more so - to unwrap Tony's fingers from his shirt, hating the sad cries of Tony whenever he's abandoned on the bathroom counter.

Steve quickly starts to draw a bath, making sure that the temperature is perfect so that he doesn't burn Tony nor freeze the poor little. He turns around to look at Tony, just in time to witness the damp patch form in the front of Tony's jeans. Tony isn't aware what has happened until it's too late, squeezing his eyes closed in a mix of fear and embarrassment as he cries harder at the realisation of just wetting himself around Steve.

"Oh shi- Oh no, Tony."Steves voice held so much sympathy as he goes to comfort Tony. He has no idea how Tony feels but it must be utter embarrassment and as of his world was crashing around him. Tony just wanted to curl in on himself and disappear into a little ball until everyone just left him alone, he didn't want people to see him like this but at the same time, he didn't want to be alone because he hates to admit it, but he needs help.

"S-sorry,"Tony ends up crying, clutching onto Steves shirt. He knows that this isn't Steves position, the man might be a caregiver but he wasn't his caregiver. Tony just wants his Daddy, and if not his Daddy, his Aunt 'Tash.

"Oh Tony, it's alright, accidents happen and I can be fixed."Steve shushes as Natasha enters the bathroom, the frown still on her lips and he brow still creased. She makes a sound of sympathy whenever Steve mouths what has happened, going to check the temperature of the bath and make sure that there was a clean towel for Tony after the bath.

Much to Steves surprise, Tony complies to the bath much more than he expected, that was more or less due to the fact that Tony has just seemed to give up at this point. Steve was not an expert at bathing, lucky enough, Natasha was. She has looked after Tony so many times before, she knew the way he liked to have his hair shampooed or how he hated to be touched around his arch reactor and that the water had to be under it. Although, it didn't stop Tony from tinting pink in embarrassment or from crying.

They wrap the bath up quickly enough, making sure that Tony is rinsed throughout before draining the bathtub. Steve stands off to the side, used as an assistance only to lift Tony from the bathtub once wrapped in a towel and carry him into the bedroom.

"Tony, I'm going to put a pull-up on you, okay Kotyonok?"Natasha tells The little, using another towel to dry off Tony's Body as he lays on the bed. Tony nods, hiding his face in a pillow that he brings close to his body as Natasha slips a pull-up up his legs and snaps it around his hips.

"Does he normally wear them?"Steve asks in curiosity, sitting cautiously on the side of the bed. He had the urge to run his fingers through Tony's dark hair, hair drying out into soft curls.

"Yeah,"Natasha nods, rubbing a hand over Tony's knee."It depends on how old Tony falls, sometimes he's younger, sometimes he's older, but more or less he's in pull-ups."It was better safe than sorry, Tony was nightmare bounded and with that, wetting the bed was something that has happened a fear share of times.

"This is so strange,"The words fall out before he can stop them,"But not in a bad way."Steve had did his research on the man called Tony Stark, intelligent prodigy son of Howard Stark, a man that was in the media for more bad things than good and a man that Steve had no desire to befriend. But Steve was Steve, and he tried his best to see the good in Stark and had caused Tony to slip into his headspace after accusing him of disrespect and selfishness.

"I know,"She sighs, sounding tired and wounded. She was in the process of zipping up Tony's onesie, dark blue and soft in touch with Captain Americas shield on the front of it."It's been a long day,"Tony was near enough asleep, tired out from all of his crying and the pressure of being big when he desperately wanted to be little.

"I'm sorry, Natasha."Steve hasn't known any of the avengers for long, only meeting them under bad circumstances, but he could tell that the death of Phil was hitting Natasha hard."Do you maybe want to talk about it?"

"No, it's fine Steve, but thank you for the offer."She runs her fingers through Tony's soft hair, a small smile gracing her lips as she looks down at him. Tony seems to lean into the touch, mind hazy and more asleep than awake as he lays on the soft comforter that Pepper had picked out for his bedroom.

"I'm here if you want to talk about it."Steve makes sure that she knows that he'll be an ear to listen to or a shoulder to cry on, even if Natasha was as reserved as she is, it was good to let her know that she wasn't alone on this, the same way Tony wasn't alone. Natasha nods her head, thankful with Steves offer.

"I'm just going to let him sleep, I know that he needs food because he probably hasn't ate anything for a month, but knowing Tony, he hasn't slept in long either."Natasha gets up from the side of the bed, digging through Tony's closet and pulling out a blue blanket and velvet looking teddy bear, cream in colour with black marble eyes.

Natasha drapes the blanket over a sleeping Tony, replacing the pillow that the little is hugging to his chest with the Teddy that she dug out from the bottom of the closet, tucked away behind towels and a couple of jackets that Tony doesn't have the heart to throw out. Watching as Tony hugs the teddy close to his chest, Natasha escorts Steve out of the bedroom, flicking off the bedroom light and allowing the blue light of Tony's arch reactor glow in the darkness.

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Sleep was a precious luxury that Tony seemed to always lack in his life, he wasn't sure when it started but he was sure that it was when he started MIT and he would stay up late either studying into the early hours of the morning - because he might be a prodigy, but he was the youngest on campus and didn't want the professors to have an excuse to kick him out - or when he was invited to fraternity parties by older guys and he tagged along just for the attention.

By the time Tony reached his twenties, sleep was merely something he caught up with during boring board meetings and on jets to a different country, too busy with at another ravishing club every other night in a different country to care. By his Thirties, technology, designing, making, creating new Starkphones and StarkTablets for the company, and then of course the Iron Man suit and the many after that followed.

Now, Nightmares and Stress were at the top of the pile, and neither sat well with Tony. Afghanistan memories were still creeping on him during the night when he was alone and sad, near death experiences followed, and then the new additions to his nightmare series; Phil's death and the Portal.

As said, sleep was a Luxury, this is why he is soaking up every single second of sleep he can gather at the moment. He aches too much - his body, his heart - to care is people are watching him sleep, he's just so fed up with everything, with the pain and the sorrow and he just wants it all to go away.

He just wants his Daddy

But he's not coming

When Tony finally registers himself as being awake, his thumb as found its way into his mouth and he has an arm wrapped around his beloved Teddy bear that he hasn't touched in so long. The material was velvet, not a fake fur like you'd expect, smooth under his finger tips. He allows himself to look around the room, noting that he wasn't alone in the room seeing as Natasha has perched herself in a chair in the corner of the room, curled around a book as she reads.

"Aunt 'Tasha?"Tony mumbles around his thumb, sleepily and almost grumpy like if it wasn't for the sadness in his voice. He seems to have calmed down from his hysterics - I mean, a 5 hour nap would refresh anyone - but it didn't stop the tears that still threatened to spill over his cheeks at any sudden words or movements.

Natasha looks up from her boom slowly, already well aware of Tony being awake but not saying anything about it until he made the first move. There's a small smile gracing her lips as she looks over at him, a smile so familiar to Tony because he's seen her give him this smile so many times before."Good Morning, Kotyonok."

"'Orning?"He asks in confusion, pouting behind his thumb as he brings up a hand to rub st his eyes sleepily.

"4 in the Morning,"She tells him, setting her book onto a dresser that was placed in the bedroom."Your body clock is all back to front, but we'll get it sorted out."The way she moves, delicate and gentle so that she doesn't make any sudden sounds, so that she doesn't alert Tony. It's so much like a spy. Like Phil.

"Where's 'addy?"

"He's away, Kotyonok."She sits herself on the bed and then moves to lay beside Tony, facing the little who continues to look at her with wide, glossy coffee coloured eyes that seem to hold so much innocence and trust."You know how your Daddy can be gone on missions for a couple of days, or weeks, or sometimes months?"Tony nods, still clutching his bear."And I look after you while he's gone?"

"And when I'm little."

"Yes, and when you're little."She smiles, stroking her thumb across his cheekbone gently."Well this is like that. Your Daddy is away and I'm going to be looking after you for a while, with the help of your uncle Steve."She knew that dabbling on the truth was bad, but Tony wasn't just a little, he was a baby little.

"Uncle Steve?"Tony is confused, he doesn't have an uncle. He has a Daddy and an Aunt 'Tasha.

"Yeah, he's cooking some food for us right now, Little one."She says, rubbing her nose against Tony's in a sweet Eskimo like kiss that makes Tony crack a small smile."But we better get you changed before we go and eat what he has made us, yeah?"

Tony crinkles up his nose whenever he notices that Natasha is right and that he has yet his pull-up dying his sleep."Wet."He announces.

"Yes you are."Natasha can't help the amusement in her tone, how obvious that Tony was when he was in his headspace. She loved Tony like this, and yeah, he might be an asshole when he was big and being a flashy prick, but She still loved him even them because Tony Stark was one of the best men that she has ever known.

"Aunt 'Tasha?"

"Yes Kotyonok?"

"Daddy Still love Tony?"Tony asks, unsure of what the answer could be. It was as contact worry that was always buried deep inside of Tony. Trust issues came with the near death experience that was handed to him by a man that was his fathers best friend, and Phil knee the mess he was getting into when he first started dating Tony Stark. Love was a touchy subject, but Phil loved Tony and Tony loved Phil,

Tony hopes that never changes.

"Your Daddy loves you to the moon and Back, Kotyonok. Don't you ever question that."

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