Key: Italic writing is when something is being played on a video/TV -obviously, this isn't when it's being used for a single word to emphasise a point.

"Good morning, brother! And young Anthony!" Thor exclaimed when the said pair walked into the communal kitchen. Loki had Tony on his hip as the young boy twisted a hand into the god's shirt, seeking comfort. "Are you both alright?" He had lowered his voice now, sensing that something was wrong.

"Anthony had some nightmares last night. I stayed with him." Loki murmured,

"I see." Thor looked between the two, noticing how shy and quiet Tony was, "Best we postpone our trip today then." He said to his brother, who nodded,

"Please don't." Came a quiet voice,

"Anthony?"

"Don't postpone your trip because of me. I'll be okay here."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't want to be a burden." Is all the boy said,

"Alright. We'll go out but only for a little bit. Bruce'll be here as will Vision."

"So will I." Bucky spoke up, "But I'm cleaning my guns so I won't be with him, but I'll be here should he need me."

"Then it's settled. What would you like to do today if Thor and I go?"

"Can I have a lazy day? Watching telly and snuggled on the couch?"

"That sounds perfect. Come on, let's eat breakfast then I'll come and help you get comfortable."

—LINE BREAK—

With Tony settled on the couch snuggled beneath a couple of blankets with several teddies at his side, Loki said goodbye and left him to his Disney movie marathon -which he wasn't watching in any sort of order, just the ones that he wanted to. He was starting with 'Mulan' because and to quote "Mushu is awesome and I want a dragon" (unbeknownst to the others, once the movie finished, Tony watched 'How to Train Your Dragon' even though it wasn't Disney…yeah, he really wanted a dragon).

Halfway through the day, after he'd been checked on by Bucky, Bruce and Vision, Tony decided to wander around for a bit and explore. He walked into a room with four other people, who smiled and told him to come and sit with them. Hesitantly, Tony did so.

"Hello, Tony, did you know that I'm Captain America?" Steve asked, standing up and showing the boy his outfit,

"But daddy hasn't found you yet."

"Stark, this is 2017. That's the real Cap." Natasha murmured and Tony's eyes widened in realisation and excitement.

"Are you really? That's so cool!" Tony rushed over to hug the man, who crouched down and smiled at him,

"I'm the real deal. Did you know I've worked with Older-You to save the world before?"

"Really? Wow! Did we take the villains down together?"

"Yes, we did. Unfortunately, something happened between us though."

"Oh no. What happened? Did I do something bad?" Behind him, Clint and Wanda smirked,

"It's a bit complicated, Tony, but you turned on me. I had to go on the run and hide."

"But everything's okay now? Because you're here now."

"Yes, we've been forgiven by the government. But I'm sure you've noticed how the people in this house are…separated." Tony nodded still in awe that his idol was talking to him, "Well, no one here has forgiven us and we still work as two separate teams. We," He gestured to the other three adults, "were hoping that by talking to you, you'd understand that we need to change the separation."

"Mr America, I'm only a kid. What can I do to help?" Tony whispered, he wanted to help but didn't know how,

"Well, Older-You is really the one that needs to apologise to us and move past this whole situation, but, you could help by getting to know us. Maybe even talking to the others about us and how we should be the main team." Tony nodded,

"I'm sorry for whatever Older-Me did. I dunno what it was, but it must've been bad because Captain America is never wrong! I'm very disappointed in Older-Me, doesn't he know that Captain America can't be wrong or bad?" The child exclaimed, clueless of the smirks being shared by the adults,

"That's alright Tony. Thank you."

"Mr America…can I see your shield?"

"Manners."

"Please, can I see your shield?"

"I suppose you can. I mean you are going to tell the others about the changing of the teams, right?" Steve said causing Tony to nod hastily, smiling the blond grabbed his shield. He moved quickly as he placed it in front of Tony.

—LINE BREAK—

Tony screamed.

He screamed and he screamed. Eyes wide with panic and pain as images flashed through his head. He couldn't breathe. His head rang. He was stuck. He was powerless. Hit after hit. No intention of stopping. Death was in the air.

He screamed until he could scream no more. Inhaling deeply, he continued to shout and scream and cry all at once. He heard someone shouting at him, telling him to shut up. Something hit his mouth. He fell to the floor and continued to cry as he curled into a ball.

Gentle voices and calming words entered his ears. He didn't move. He couldn't breathe. Darkness fell. Enveloping him in a hug as he lost consciousness and entered the darkness.

—LINE BREAK—

Vision was the first to hear it. He hastily rushed to find Dr Banner and the pair raced to where FRIDAY told them Tony was panicking. They ran into Bucky as they appeared at the room. Staring in they found Tony having a panic attack and screaming, Steve fretting and pacing, Natasha glaring at the crying boy, Clint sneering and laughing with Wanda. Behind the trio, Scott and Sam appeared clearly having nothing to do with the situation. Bruce saw green when Wanda smacked Tony telling him to shut up.

"If I go in there. I will end up killing them all with the Hulk." Bruce grunted turning away and picking up a phone to call the Gods on their team, whilst the others rushed in.

—LINE BREAK—

Thunder and lightning consumed the air upon Thor and Loki's arrival. Both stormed into the room to find Bucky glaring whilst holding Tony protectively, the boy still unconscious and still crying, Bruce was standing outside of the room, hands clenched tightly with green tinting his skin ever so slightly -they could only assume that behind his closed lids were green eyes, Sam and Scott were shouting at their own teammates, albeit quietly, both were furious, Vision's face held nothing but his stance radiated with anger. Then there were the Rogues. Wanda was covered with red, Steve himself was red in the face -matching Natasha's hair and Wanda's magic, Clint was arguing back, he appeared seconds away from grabbing his bow, Natasha was quiet but her hand lingered near her guns.

"That is enough." For once Loki was grateful for his brother's bellowing voice, "I do not know what has just transpired, but I will. Son of Barnes, please could you place young Anthony in his bed?"

"That's fine, Thor. I'll be back in a minute"

"Wait, I'll do it." No one questioned the God of Mischief when he carefully took the sleeping child in his arms.

—LINE BREAK—

"What the fuck did you do Steve?" Surprisingly it was Bucky who spoke first, his hands clenched in anger,

"Hey! Steve didn't do anything, it was the little brat that started to scream! He wanted to see the Captain's shield and when he did he began to freak out!"

"It's Stark so he probably did it for attention." Clint continued after Wanda,

"That was no mere attention seeking action. No that was pure terror." Sam exclaimed,

"Lady FRIDAY, would you kindly replay what just happened?" Loki asked as he entered the room, he appeared calm but revenge swam in his eyes. The AI complied and seconds later Thor was restraining his growling brother, though it was obvious that the blond God didn't want to stop Loki.

"I can't believe you tried to…to manipulate a child into fixing your wrongdoings," Scott whispered in horror,

"You would stoop so low?" Thor asked rhetorically as he though he couldn't quite understand,

"Oh, I should feed you to Fenrir and have you cast into Hel where my daughter can torment you forever!" Loki hissed -he actually hissed as daggers appeared in his hands,

"Calm yourself brother! There is no point in violent actions as they will only reflect badly on you." Loki paused at Thor's words. His tense and angry body slowly relaxing as the daggers vanished, a sly smirk spread across his lips.

"You are right, brother. For once that is." He turned on his heel and headed to the door, he stopped and held onto the door frame, looking over his shoulder at the others in the room, "I suggest you all make an appearance to the communal living room in thirty minutes and turn the television on." Then the God of Mischief vanished into thin air.

—LINE BREAK—

He shot up with a muffled cry. Panting heavily and reaching around for his Hulk teddy, he clutched it tightly, trying desperately to calm his rapid heart.

"Lo…ki?" His voice broke as tears trickled down his chubby cheeks, but no one answered. Stumbling out of his bed, Tony made his way out to find someone. He was scared. Nightmares and panic had taken a hold of him. Holding the teddy tightly to his chest, the child made his way to the communal living room. No one noticed him when he entered as they were focused on the TV that showed a masked figure speaking on the screen in a dull room. No one noticed him as he walked closer and watched.

"-no one here is happy with the Rogue-Avengers being pardoned and I think it's time to show the world why Steve Rogers should not be pardoned -least of all the other Rogues. They believe they have done nothing wrong and seem to be under the assumption that everything will go back to normal. According to my sources, Antman and The Falcon have learned from their mistakes and should be forgiven, as should Bucky Barnes, all three of them have been very apologetic and kind. Anyway, I'm glad to say…that is not the case. I do apologise in advance for what you are all about to see and do not blame Mr Barnes for his actions -nor Mr Stark. Also, if you are young, do not watch as this contains violence." The masked man on-screen said before he vanished from the screen as a video started:

A car crashed and a motorcycle pulled up to it. The driver walked over to the car as a figure crawled on the floor.

"Help my wife."

"Daddy?" Tony whispered in confusion as he watched,

"Please. Help." The man known as Howard Stark was grabbed by his hair.

"Bucky?" Tony then said as he recognised the man holding his dad, he shuffled closer trying to see better,

"Sergeant Barnes?" Howard said

"Howard!"

"Mama?" Tony asked once again, recognising the voice that often spoke loving words to him. He looked closer at the screen. He choked on a gasp and a cry, shock consuming him. He watched frozen as his dad received two loud punches to his face by the very arm that Older-Tony had replaced.

"Howard!" His mother shouted again in distress. Bucky grabbed his dad and hauled him back into the car and now the camera showed his mother. The woman was then strangled by Bucky's flesh hand.

He didn't see what was played next. He didn't see Older-Tony's reaction. He didn't see Captain say he knew. He didn't see the fight that played out. Nor the shield smashing into his faceplate over and over again or the shield come down on his chest. All he saw was his father being punched and his mother being choked. The images ran through his mind over and over again.

Tony screamed. His throat already sore from his previous screaming, but he was unable to contain it as he watched his beloved idol smash the shield into him over and over again.

"Oh god, Tony!" Someone shouted. He felt someone pick him up. He scrambled, kicked and screamed. The person dropped him with a groan and he picked up his Hulk teddy and ran to a corner as far away as he could get in that room.

—LINE BREAK—

"I have finally succeeded in finding the cure for Tony-" Dr Strange said as he walked through a portal looking at a large and old looking book. He came to a sudden stop when all he heard was shouting and realised no one had heard him enter.

Looking around he saw Bruce stumbling down the corridor, the man's hands were green as he made his way to what Stephen presumed was the Hulk's room. The Sorcerer saw Sam and Scott shouting at Steve, who was silent but red in the face, by the ex-Captain's side, the troublesome trio were arguing back in the man's defence, Wanda's hands were red like her eyes whilst Clint and Natasha were blatantly touching the guns in their pockets. Spinning slightly, he spied Thor bellowing at Loki. In his peripheral vision, he saw Bucky's metal arm, turning he found the man at a good distance away from a corner, talking gently with tears down his cheeks as he tried to convince a crying Tony out of the corner to comfort the child. But Tony would have none of it. Neither would Stephen.

"Enough!" His voice echoed over them all, freezing any and all shouting, "I do not want to know what has happened here, but I want you all to shut up! I have just spent the last few days without any sleep trying to find a cure for Tony." The minute the six-year-old heard the Sorcerer, he rushed over and wrapped his small arms around Stephen's legs, hiding from everyone. Reaching down, Dr Strange picked the boy up and wandered back through the open portal, closing it before anyone else could follow.

—LINE BREAK—

Five days passed before Tony made an appearance. According to Strange, after the spell had been undone and Tony was an adult once again, the man had asked to go back to the compound and Stephen had complied, but no one had seen Tony at all. The billionaire had simply gone into hiding down in his workshop. No one could get in. Not even Bruce. To make matters worse the compound was covered in blankets of tension the whole time. No one was speaking to each other. It was five incredibly long and exhausting days.

—LINE BREAK—

The communal kitchen was so tense you could cut into it with a knife. Everything was so painfully quiet.

"Rogers, Maximoff, Romanov. Barton." Came a sudden voice from the doorway. It was Tony. He stood there with a cup of coffee, bags under his eyes and a frown. He wasn't waiting for anyone to talk, he was simply waiting for their attention, "You four are no longer allowed in this wing. I've spoken to those in charge of you and from now on, you're in the west wing. You don't have access to this one unless it's an emergency. I expect you to be out of this wing by midnight." He didn't give them a chance to speak as he turned to Sam, Scott and Bucky, who had noticeably formed a small group, "Wilson, Lang, Barnes, you three can remain in the rooms you currently occupy and have been invited to join the New Avengers, however, due to the number of members on both teams, you will, unfortunately, have to accompany the Rogue's on any mission they receive." Tony inwardly smiled at the happy grins he gained from the trio. "Rhodey, well, you aren't on my To-Do List-"

"Thank god for that, I was worried you'd forgotten about out pact!" Rhodey interrupted with a grin that Tony reciprocated,

"I remember some things you tell me, Honeybear. Anyway, I was just going to thank you for looking after my younger self." He turned to look at the next two,

"Bruce, Thor, thank you for looking after me as well," The two smiled -well Thor grinned, "Dr Strange, thank you for helping me out. Vision, thank you for being there." The Sorcerer and android nodded. Tony took a deep breath and turned to the only person he hadn't spoken to He stared at the God of Mischief, "I don't like what you did. I mean it's good that the public thinks it was just some crazy hacker, but I know it was you. You had no right -no right to put those out in the world. Out where everyone can see my parents being murdered!"

"In my defence, no one can stream the video of your parents' deaths. I made certain that no one could record or show that specific video again. Though there will be a couple of images, the only thing everyone will be able to see now is the fighting." Tony snorted at Loki's answer,

"That's the point! People still saw it! People still know what happened!"

"They had a right to know, Anthony." Loki's voice was calm unlike Tony's,

"No, they didn't!" He shouted angrily, "It was mine and mine alone. No one needed to know, no one needed to see!"

"Had I not shown the video of your parents alongside the fight, people would look at you badly."

"So what!" His voice hoarse, "All my life I've been in the limelight. All my life I've been ridiculed and vilified by the press and public. So who cares?" His voice broke and he stopped, inhaling and exhaling deeply as he rubbed at his eyes and pinched his nose, "Look, what you did was wrong, even if it played out well for the New Avengers."

"You should know, Anthony, I never did it for the team, I did it for you. You needed justice."

"I don't care, Loki. Just…just don't do something like this again. Because I won't forgive you." His voice had quietened as he stared at the man with open and teary eyes.

"My word is my bond." The God whispered honestly and everyone watched silently as Tony turned on his heel, intent on returning to his workshop. Only he froze. His body straightened and he looked over his shoulder with his classic and fake public grin.

"I'd answer the door if I was you. There are four special someones, who haven't seen their father slash mother in an awfully long time."

"No…"

"Yep. What do you think I've been doing for five days? Sleeping?" His grin slowly became a real but small smile, "I located Jörmungandr, who then sent a message to Fenrir, who told Hela, who told Sleipnir. Anyway, they're in their human forms and should be here soon." He then began to walk away, only stopping once again. Though he didn't turn to look at the others behind him, he still spoke, his voice calm and gentle, "And Loki…despite that…thank you for looking after me. I appreciate it."

Then he was gone. Leaving four angry Rogues, a trio of happy ex-Rogues, a group of appreciative and smiling/grinning New Avengers and one ecstatic and crying God of Mischief, who knew he didn't deserve Tony's forgiveness this time, let alone the man's 'gift' but either way, this would be the first time he saw his children in centuries. So yeah, he was damn happy and grateful.

—LINE BREAK—

Tony sat in his workshop that evening. To his left, he saw through FRIDAY's cameras that Loki was very happy as he interacted with his children. He noticed that the God of Mischief seemed to be treating his children in a similar manner to how he treated Tony, which caused the man to smile shyly despite no one being around. He focused on the screen to his right that was playing the videos of his six-year-old self and all the mishaps that happened. Sure he did remember those few days, but not as clearly. He chuckled at some clips and frowned at others.

"Some people would've prayed for those few days, FRI. Thinking it was a blessing." The man mumbled to his AI,

"But not you, Boss?"

"Not me, Fri. To be a child again…is not a blessing. You're dependent on others and have no control. It was more a curse than anything."

"Understood, Boss."

"I'm going to go get some z's. Alert me if anyone needs anything. Night, FRI."

"Will do, Boss. Goodnight." The AI said as Tony left the workshop and headed to his own room.

Authors Notes: Okay, what Loki does in this is messed up...I know that...but...yeah...sorry?

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