#cg!steve

Steve and Bucky were so very in love, and they weren’t afraid to show it. Every morning when Steve put breakfast down on the table, he’d kiss Bucky on the lips before they each began eating, their own little way of saying grace. Peter would always giggle, usually regressed around that silly age when kisses meant cooties, but you were too little to understand. Every time one of them left the house, they’d share a kiss; sometimes even just when one of them left the room. You were so tiny, you didn’t fully comprehend what it meant, your brain only really working in concepts. All you knew was that daddies meant love, and daddies kissed a lot, so kisses must mean love too. You wanted to return the favor.

That morning, you were woken up by Steve’s strong arms lifting you out of your crib. You blinked sleepily and smiled at him from behind your paci, your cheeks rounding out and your eyes squinting as you did so.

“Good morning angel, I love you,” Steve greeted, always wanting the first thing you heard every morning to be words of love. He kissed you on the forehead and shifted you into the crook of his arm so he could carry you out into the living room with one hand. As he did so, you leaned forward, tapping the plastic of your pacifier against his cheek. 

“Woah, what was that, baby?” Steve asked with a slight chuckle. He didn’t think you’d really be violent with him, but he wasn’t sure what you could be doing when you clumsily headbutted his cheek. 

You were too small to explain it, your little brain couldn’t find the words. All you could think to do was kiss him, over and over and over. 

“Mwah, mwah, mwah!” You mumbled softly from behind the paci, softening your taps in the hopes he’d get the memo. And boy did he. “Is that a kiss? Are you kissing daddy?” Steve asked with wide, excited eyes and laughter in his voice.

You nodded, giggling as you kissed him again, again, again. Steve kissed you back, planting his lips on the plastic, which made you giggle even more. Then, he carried you into the living room where Bucky and Peter were, with a huge grin on his face. 

“Buck! Look what our baby can do!” He said with glee, and then tapped on his cheek, motioning for you to kiss him once more, which you did joyously.

Bucky cheered and clapped for you, getting up from the couch to give a standing ovation, which made you beam even harder from behind the paci. 

“Can I have one, babydoll?” He asked eagerly, and you nodded, reaching out from Steve’s arms towards Bucky’s.

You happily kissed your Baba all over his face, giggling after each one until eventually the kisses devolved into you just nuzzling your paci across his cheeks like a puppydog. Steve joined the cuddlefest on the couch, pinching your little round cheeks. Peter had been distracted from his toys since the moment you entered the room, watching your interactions with captivated awe, but he finally couldn’t stand it anymore. He stood up, letting a toy car fall from his hand with a clatter. 

“‘S not fair! I want kisses too!” He whined with a pout.

The 6 Avengers are sat in an empty waiting room of varying states from total boredom to panic.

Clint is sitting in the leftmost seat near the door. He is on his phone furiously playing a game and pointedly ignoring his surroundings.

Bruce is sat on his right. He is writing calmly in his notebook, jotting down some equation, but his leg is bouncing under him.

Thor, who is sitting on the other side of Bruce, is chatting idly with Steve, who is sitting on Thor's right. Both men are sitting comfortably in their chairs.

Natasha is sitting next to Steve and she is sitting comfortably in her chair. She isn't actively distracting herself but she does spare a concerned glance every few seconds to Tony, who is sitting in the rightmost chair.

Tony is sitting upright in his chair and he is bouncing his leg while absent-mindedly biting his nails. He is staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

The 6 sit in relative silence for some time until the door opens. A doctor sticks her head out. "Clint Barton?" She calls.

Clint nervously stands up, wiping his hands on his pants as he gets up. He puts his phone into his pocket and follows the doctor inside.

His appointment goes quick and the doctor efficiently moves down the line of the Avengers.

The test is a fairly simple one, the classification officer (the doctor) asks that patient a few preliminary questions to determine where the patient is prone to and then takes their blood to test for DNA markers.

Before long, the 6 have all finished the test and are on the ride back home. They've all piled into Happy's limo and are heading back to the tower.

Tony's picked up a pamphlet on the way out and he's reading it on the drive.

"Oh come on Tony, that pamphlet is like... basic knowledge on classifications. Why are you reading that?" Steve teases lightly

"Yeah, I don't keep up to date with the latest news Rodgers. I wasn't planning on involving myself with any of this until the classification bill passed. Did you know that Washington was likely a little?" Tony replies.

Steve lets out a low chuckle. "Yes Tony, I looked up influential littles when the classification bill came into place."

Tony goes back to typing on his phone and Steve leans back to chat with Bruce about the upcoming SHEILD retreat.

They soon get back to the Stark Tower and they split ways to go to their separate floors. With the test done, everyone is significantly more relaxed.

The tower returns to relative peace and the following week is spent with the usual mischief and chaos of having a super soldier, a scientist with a large ulta-ego, 2 trained assassins, a god and a tech genius in one building.

It isn't until 6 small packages arrive in the mail a week later, addressed to each of them.

They gather in the living room, all clutching their respective letters. They arrange themselves in a circle and glance around at one another, no one daring to open their letter first.

Steve cracks the tension by opening his first. He carefully tears open the seal and pulls out the letter. It's small, roughly 10 x 15 cm. There is a red government stamp in the top right corner. The letter reads like this

"This letter is addressed to Captain Steven Rodgers,

This letter is sent on behalf of the Classification Department of the United States

We are sending you this letter to provide the results of the agere classification test you took on the 23rd of April 2016. The contents of this letter are official and you must NOT post any of the contents of this letter online.

There are 4 classifications: Little, Caregiver, Neutral and Flip. You can find more information on the different classifications on the official classification website.

Your Classification is CAREGIVER

Please contact your local testing agency if you feel there is a mistake"

Steve just leans back comfortably in his chair. He wears a small smile and is glancing around the room, clearly very relieved.

"And, to no one surprise, Captain Rodgers is a caregiver." Natasha chuckles, thumping him in the back. "Congrats Steve."

Steve just gives a soft smile back at her. "Thanks Nat... I feel good about this. I think we should forgo the tension though and open the rest of the letters at the same time"

The five other Avengers murmur agreements. Steve lays his letter out on the table, facing upright. The red of his classification is clearly visible. Everyone else opens their letters and lays them flat on the table.

Tony and Clint both open theirs without looking, placing them upside down, Natasha quickly following. Bruce quietly opens his and gently places it next to Natashas Thor is the last to open his because he struggles with the seal. Natasha gathers up the letters and hands them to Steve.

"I think you should read these." She says.

Steve takes the letters and thanks her. "Alright then, first envelope." He mutters, turning it over. He reads all 6 letters in complete silence before turning to the group.

"There are 3 littles..." He says quietly, shock written on his face.

"What?!" 5 voices cry at once, scrambling to get closer.

"That's impossible," Bruce says.

"Clearly not, look." Steve folds the names over and shows the group all 6 letters. Sure enough, there's 1 caregiver, 1 flip, 1 neutral and 3 littles.

"Well...? Who is it?" Natasha demands, a scary glint in her eye as she eyes the 6 envelopes.

"I think I can guess one of them..." Clint says quietly. When 4 pairs of curious eyes turn his way, he just blushes and points. They all turn around to look at Tony, who Clint was pointing at.

Instead of joining the outcry and rush, Tony just curled up into himself on the couch. He hugs his legs and stares back at everyone with wide watery eyes. "What?" he questions, completely oblivious to what is going on.

"Oh, buddy..." Steve coos, going up to Clint. "It's alright, I've got ya."

Tony attaches to Steve like a koala. He buries his head into Steve's shirt and mumbles something that none of them could quite catch before he starts sobbing.

"Damn it!" Steve swears. He comforts Tony by patting the top of his head before turning around. "Can someone call another careg-"

He cuts himself short as he takes in the site in front of him. Bruce and Clint are both clutching onto Natasha, who has gone still with panic written on her face. Thor is standing just off to the side of her, silently giggling.

"Alright маленькие, we're going to go get you all changed and then you're going to have a little nap while I петь колыбельную and us grown-ups are going to have a long talk" Natasha soothes. She picks up Clint and Bruce with surprising ease, carrying each crying kid in one arm.

"I've only got 2 arms, Rodgers, I'm going to need you to bring гений," Natasha says quietly while bouncing Bruce, who was already fast asleep in her arms.

You stood in your boyfriend Steves bathroom, both him and Eddie still in bed, shakily trying to clean up the mess. After everything that happened recently, both of your boyfriends riddled with injuries and ptsd, the towns ground splitting apart, half of your things, half of your friends falling into the abyss. All of that on top of everything else. It was too much. You didn't want to burden your boyfriends by regressing either, so instead... this.

"Babe? You've been in there a while, like, a really long time actually y/n. You sure you're alright?" Steve called through the door, making you jump and sniffle a little.

"I'm fine! Don't worry!" Your voice shook a little, you sounded congested, it was obvious you had cried, and Steve could hear it.

"Angel, I'm coming in." His voice, he wasn't asking. He was telling you. The door opened and you looked up at him with guilty eyes. He stared at you in shock before calling out, "Hey uh... Eddie? Please come here." Thats when the tears started, Steve must have been mad.

"O-oh, no no please don't cry." He pulled you into his arms stroking your hair.

"N-no you're mad at me..." You hiccupped hiding in his chest, he squeezes you a little tighter.

"No, angel, I'm not mad. I would never be mad. Eddie! I'm sorry sweetheart, it's just, your daddy Steve here, I'm not so smart, I don't know how best to help you." Steve coos, he was so strong for you both, for the whole group actually.

"What's going on? Oh, y/n, oh my little pixie what happened?" Eddie always called you some sort of fantasy creature, his little pixie, his little elf, his dragon, or even little demon. He hurried over, Steve letting him take you instead.

"I'll be right back." He was clearly a little freaked out, making you curl against Eddie guiltily.

"Ignore him my little dragon, he just needs a minute, okay?" Eddie picked you up, sitting you on the edge of the tub, helping you clean up without a word. He didn't even have to ask, putting on cute Band-Aids with cartoons and cute colours and patterns. "So, do you want to talk about it?" He gently brushed hair from your face, his eyes gentle as always.

You eventually managed to find your voice, explaining what was stressing you out so much, and why you hadn't said anything.

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry, but I want you to know you're never a burden to us, okay? We love taking care of you, and we'd much rather take care of our little girl, then see her hurting herself. Okay? So, hold onto dada so we can go get you dressed, okay?" You nod quietly and sniffle, wrapping your arms around his neck so he could pick you up, taking you back to Steves room, only to see your comfiest onesie, a diaper, your favourite of eddies hoodies, as well as a Halloween Paci clip and a choice of pacifiers and stuffies.

(This is what it would look like for me)

You sniffle and rub your eyes, your head leaning onto Eddies shoulder.

"What's this dada?" You ask quietly, he had a big grin.

"I don't know my little Goblin, daddy must have done this for you. Just because he can't handle the messier stuff like I can, he still takes care of you." Eddie talked some sense into you, his words combined with Steve actions made you smile and nod. Speaking of, just then he returned with your bottle filled with warm milk.

"Oh, um, I got you warm milk little princess." He comes over and kisses your forehead, "Now, let's get you dressed, okay?" You nod shyly, kissing Steves cheek, Eddie laying you on the bed so they could both fuss over you and put you in your adorable little outfit, grinning as you were snuggled into Eddies Hoodie, Steve loved that hoodie, but he loved it even more on you. Once you were all cosy, Steve put your favourite movie on, and the threw of you got under the covers, sandwiched between your daddies as they fuss over you, careful of where you cuddled them, Eddie had a lot of damage around his stomach and legs, and Steve to his throat and stomach, they were feeding you little snacks between your milk. "Getting sleepy y/n?" Steve asked, rubbing your cheek softly and looking into your eyes as he bottle-fed you. You shook your head and whine softly, making Eddie chuckle and kiss the back of your head.

"I think someone is lying, right daddy?" Eddie coos and smiles at Steve. "It's okay, you are safe baby, we got you." He pulls you closer against his chest before Steve puts in your paci, kissing your cheek.