Avengers babysits Morgan or ben while Tony and peter go on a date during valentines day
AN: Hey nonnie - sorry this took so long! I hope you all enjoy this fluff. I decided to go with the new/younger avengers for this, as I thought they'd find babysitting more of a handful.
PSA - I envisage Ben at about 12 month's here and this is written very tongue in cheek - babies aren't capable of this kind of manipulation, but they do understand a lot more going on around them than most folk give them credit for.
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Word Count: 1k
CW: It's just fluff. Alternating POV.
Ben gurgled and smacked his sippy-cup against the side of his playpen. Three pairs of eyes turned to regard him and his mouth opened in a gummy smile at the attention. He was less happy when Dadda snapped his fingers at his new audience, drawing their attention away.
“So, we’re going to Rezdôra, and we should be back by 11pm. He has his bath at 7.30pm, water temp should be 98.6 degrees, and don’t forget Ducky. Then he can have his bottle whilst one of you reads him some stories.”
Tony counted the points off on his fingers.
“Don’t forget to burp him, ensure his sleeping bag is properly fastened and then turn on his singing night light. If you’re lucky, he’ll drift off during the stories, but don’t worry if he doesn’t. He generally goes to sleep fairly quickly after. Oh, and…”
Peter walked up behind his husband, wrapping his arms around the older man’s waist.
“Tony, stop fretting. They’ll be fine. Ben will be fine. It’s only a few hours. And it’s not like it’s the first time we’ve left him.”
Tony turned in the embrace, raising an eyebrow as he regarded Peter.
“Yes, but the first time it was May who had him, and last time it was Clint and Laura. They know what they’re doing with babies.”
“Hey!” Yelena’s outraged cry had the two men turning. “I’m right here, you know. If you’re that worried that Kate, Joaquín and I can’t handle this, why did you ask us?”
Tony opened his mouth, but was stopped from speaking by Peter clapping his hand over his mouth.
“I don’t think you ought to answer that, honey. Come on. Let’s say goodbye to our Bubba and get going, or we’re going to be late, and I’ve been looking forward to this evening-out for months. Months, I tell you.”
Taking the lead, Peter pulled away from Tony and crossed to the playpen. Reaching down he heaved the wriggling and smiley little boy into his arms.
“Hey, Bubba. Dadda and Papa are going out for a while, but Auntie Yelena, Auntie Kate and Uncle Quín are gonna look after you and pop you to bed. You be a good boy, yes?”
Ben burbled and took hold of a handful of Peter’s curly hair and tugged on it.
What was Papa wearing? He should be getting his bath ready.
Peter winced, but smiled at his son and pressed kisses to the chubby neck in front of him, blowing raspberries and making Ben laugh. Tony crossed the floor, tutting, and plucked the boy out of his husband’s arms.
“Peter, don’t wind him up so close to bedtime. He’s supposed to be calm and winding down.”
He reclined the baby in his arms, running a finger tip down the small nose. With his caramel eyes, and messy chocolate locks, Ben really was the spitting image of his Papa.
“Dadda will see you later, Benny baby. Miss you already.”
Ben looked up at him, quizzically. Dadda was also dressed strangely. He didn’t like this…
Tony could feel the prickling of tears in his eyes as he looked down at his precious boy. Yelena walked over to him, and Tony reluctantly passed his baby over. He gave her a weak smile as she jiggled her precious armful.
“Don’t worry, Stark. We will take good care of this little one. We’ll see you in a few hours. Now, go. Scram.”
It took a further ten minutes for her, Kate and Joaquín to actually ‘shoo’ the couple out of the door, but finally Peter and Tony were gone. Ben watched with wide eyes.
This was different…
Kate sat down on the plush penthouse sofa with a sigh, next to Yelena, who was bouncing Ben on her knee.
“He’s so cute!” Kate leant forward and tickled the adorable little boy under his chin, causing him to giggle. Joaquín strode out from the bathroom, drying his hand on a towel.
“The bath water’s ready, and I’ve triple-checked the temperature.”
Kate stood, slapping her palms onto her jeans clad thighs.
“Right, let’s get on with it. There’s three of us and one of him. How hard could this be?
Ben babbled to himself. They had no idea…
At 11.15pm the elevator doors opened and Tony practically dashed out, followed by Peter, who had a wry smile on his face and was shaking his head in amusement. Tony stopped short in the main living area, expecting to see the three babysitters taking up residence on the sofas.
“Where on earth are they? I swear, if they’ve left him alone I’ll…..”
Peter took hold of Tony’s hand, uncurling the fist that had started to form.
“FRIDAY, where are our guests? I’d like to stop Tony from having an aneurysm.”
“They are all in Master Ben’s room, sirs.”
Tony hurried along the hall, Peter following leisurely along behind, his hands thrust in his pants pockets. However, as Tony rushed into his son’s room, he stopped short, taking in the chaotic scene in front of his eyes.
There was baby powder everywhere. Several clean, but screwed up diapers were strewn across the floor, in the vague vicinity of the nappy bin and three or four damp towels littered the path from the bathroom to the nursery. Ducky looked up from between the folds of one of them.
Ben giggled from his cot, beaming up at his parents, his chubby hands wrapped around his empty milk bottle. Peter bypassed his shocked husband, tip-toeing through the carnage, and lifted the boy from his cot.
“What did you do, mister? You broke the babysitters, didn’t you?”
A raspberry was the response from the little boy, but Peter thought he looked very pleased with himself.
He retreated from the room, Ben in his arms, and dragged Tony with him, quietly trying not to wake Kate, Yelena and Joaquín, who were dead to the world, surrounded by books and cuddly toys. Joaquín was crashed out in the nursing chair, a dirty burp cloth on his shoulder, and Yelena was leaning against the opposite wall, Kate draped over her legs.
Ben giggled again. His plan had worked perfectly - he’d won the battle against the ‘not Dadda and Papa’, and he got to sleep with them tonight.
Win.
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