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Steve/Tony/Natasha raising a kid together. Either as a current AU or as a post movie thing.

(I am so not caught up with Next Avengers, so I'm just makin' this up as a roll... so lets just say AU).

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"I can't believe you said that..."

"What? Its true, if James had employed a bit more stealth he wouldn't have gotten caught, and then we wouldn't have been called in to speak with the principal," Mom sniffs, eyes watching the street for unusual activity.

"The point is he shouldn't have been doing it at /all/...," Dad grumbles, hands gripping the steering wheel too tight in a way that will have Papa grumbling in the garage later.

The glare that Dad shoots James through the rearview mirror makes him want to shrivel up and die. This was so not fair...

"You're grounded, young man," Mom says, looking over her shoulder to glare at him too. He slouches down further in his seat. Grounding wasn't unexpected, but hopefully --

"... and no TV or training," Dad adds, and James can't hide his groan.

"But, Daaaad --"

"No 'buts', James Ivan Romanova-Rogers. If you had waited until there weren't quite so many witness --"

"Natasha!"

"...don't you hate it when they work together," Papa whispers out of the corner of his mouth.

"Its not /fair/..." James whispers back.

Papa turns in his suit to face James, taking off his sunglasses to look at him seriously. Guilt squirms deeper into his belly -- Papa hardly ever looked so solemn, and James hates to disappoint anyone, but Papa especially because its.

"Will you tell me what happened," Papa asks -- /asks/ instead of demanding, and James was ashamed to feel tears start to well up in his eyes.

"... Marcus Wheeler called us f...freaks..." He mumbles (the word that Marcus had use was /worse/, but he wasn't going to repeat it), and he can feel a flush burning on her cheeks, "... Sometimes I wish...,"

-- He'd been so mad at Marcus for calling him names, hated even more that none of the other kids even had the guts to disagree, hated always having to be the one to stand up --

"You wish we were a little bit more normal," Papa says softly, and James feels his tears spilling over.

He hadn't wanted to say it out loud, because it wasn't true most of the time... He knew he was lucky to have a Mom, a Dad, AND a Papa -- except he was the only kid he knew with three parents, and none of his parents understand what kind of things the other kids said about him, about them. They called Mom all sorts of names that she'd probably kill them in their sleep over, and the names they called Dad and Papa were just as bad. Then they'd start calling him names, all while the teachers did /nothing/...

So sometimes he wondered what it would be like to not be the son of Captain America, Black Widow, and Iron Man.

"I see that kids are still little monsters," Papa sighs, placing a warm hand on James' shoulder. "Nice to see that some things haven't changed since I was your age."

"Kids used to make fun of you," James asks with disbelief -- Papa was too /cool/ for anyone to make fun of, except for his stupid classmates who just didn't know how awesome Papa was.

"I was always younger and shorter than all my classmates, and bullies will always find /something/ to pick on to make you hurt, even if they are stupid things," Papa's hand squeezes his shoulder. "I know its hard, but you can't try to knock the teeth out of everyone who makes fun of you."

"I know..."

"I know you know..., just try to remember it next time. There are always going to be people who are going to be jerks, when you hit them you give them exactly what they want."

James was pretty sure that Marcus hadn't wanted to have his lip split, but grownups, even cool ones like Papa, were weird like that.

"Wish Mom and Dad understood like you do..."

Papa sighs, pulling James to his side in a quick embrace.

"Your Mom and Dad grew up in different times and places than you did, but that doesn't mean that they couldn't understand, if you tried to explain it to them."

"Promise you'll help me translate," James asks, watching as Papa's eyes brighten.

"Always... now play along," Papa turns towards the front of the car, pitching his voice to be heard over Mom and Dad's quiet conversation. "You know, my workshop hasn't had a good thorough cleaning in a long time..."

James does his best to look aggrieved at the idea of having to spend his day in Papa's workshop -- which has all sorts of cool things just lying around, and sometimes Pap lets him help work on the armor... and Papa's got one of the best video game consoles down there, and most of the time they end up playing against one another for the world championship best player award... --- and Dad had just said no /TV/, but he didn't say anything about --

"No video games," Mom says.

"...and James better have that workshop spotless by the end of the day, Tony."

Papa gives him a helpless look and James sighs.

He hates it when Mom and Dad work together.

Fun. Get the feeling Natasha would like Sparta, Steve would like to live in the future, and Tony would like to be the fun uncle.

LOL pretty much. Natasha values stealth in those sorts of situations, while Steve would just like James to obey the rules. Steve and Natasha agree on a lot of things -- like that James needs a bedtime, has to do his chores and not shove his dirty clothes under his bed, and eat his broccoli. Tony's much more freewheeling with the rules within certain limits. Tony's also the only one with a modern perspective child-rearing (having been a product of it) in comparison to Steve and Natasha. (I also believe that children weren't such malicious little shits 60 years ago). I like to think that eventually it all balances out.

This is *adorable* and beautiful! I have an almost embarrassing case of 'AWWWWWWWW', now. -_-; I wish there was more, but it's pretty much perfect already! <3 (Definitely not saying no to more, though ;)

Thanks! Yeah... if there's going to be more I might have to actually rent the Avengers Next... and make sure no one is home while I watch.

Glad you enjoyed :D!

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