#miniward

                   A hand on hischest, eyes feigning fear, he breathed, “What, who are you? Don’t hurt me,scary werewolf!” If his wife was there, he was sure she’d be laughing at howpathetic his scared acting was, but hey. Good thing she wasn’t here at themoment.

“S’just ‘ow I speak lil’ one-- See, I was born in a country called Ireland an’ t’ere t’e people ‘ave what we call an accent, mine is an Irish accent--- t’at’s why I talk funny.”

He laughed and scooped his nephew up, kissing his cheek noisily.  Zeke had been asked to babysit and there was not a chance in hell he’d miss spending time with his munchkin.  “Now that your parents have gone off to their date, what would you like to do?”  Zeke asked with a smile, propping Skylar on his hip as he walked into the living room.

       ❝ If you choose to go through Terrigenesis, then great,           your mother can train you. If not, and you choose to           be a field agent of SHIELD, just as wonderful, I can           teach you what I know. ❞

“Hey, kiddo.  Wanna help with decorations?”

     ❝ a giant? ❞ his sensibilities told him no. tell the child no and        turn him away, draw less attention. but still he found himself        saying, ❝ only half. on my mother’s side. ❞

“Exactly -- you’re portable. Small and easy to take anywhere.”

Bruce was walking into the halls of SHIELD when he saw a small boy playing near the memorial wall. Smiling at his antics he watched him roll and shoot imaginary bad guys. Rationalizing it must be take your child to work day.