Nat's POV

"Loki, you are no match for us! Surrender now!" Cap yelled at the god, who was floating above them. "Why, You're right!" "We are?" Hawkeye said. "Yes! However, I would be more than a match for you... If you were children." With that word, he raised his staff and shot a ray at them. I leapt behind a car just in time, but the rest weren't so lucky. The ray took a second to take effect, but soon they started to shrink. Before I knew it, instead of the worlds mightiest heroes, they were the world's mightiest toddlers. "How adorable," Loki said in his drawling voice. "In fact, I like it so much that I think I'll go change the rest of your friends." He flew off, cackling wildly, and I ran to them. Judging by their looks, they were three years old. "Oh no..." I murmured. It seemed that their clothes had shrunk with them, except for Tony's suit. Big green had changed back into Bruce, and he was whimpering. I picked him up to calm him, and then looked to the sky, as if talking to God.

"How will we assemble now?"