A little teaser at a littlespace fic im writing
Pairing: Little!Bob x Caretaker!Alexei x Little!John
Summary: Alexei takes John and Bob to a beach house owned by the New Avengers
Alexei peeks back in the rearview mirror of John’s truck, catching sight of the boy sitting in the back seats. His boy, Bob. John is sitting in the passenger seat next to him, drumming his fingers on the dashboard along to some rock song playing on the radio. Bob, sitting in his carseat, is snoozing away, soft breaths leaving him as he snuggles further into his warm sweater.
“Are we there yet?” John murmurs impatiently, starting to roll his window up and down over and over again, causing Alexei to reach over and press the child safety lock. John huffs, annoyed, more so than usual.
“Not yet, little one.” Alexei answers with a small sigh. He would typically be more energetic, but wrangling Bob, who was mentally around the age of 3 to 4 years old, the entire car ride was exhausting. John was able to take care of himself for the majority of the ride, being around 8 to 9 years old, he played on his old Game Boy while they cruised on the highway, only starting to talk again once they pulled off onto side streets.
“Not little!” John crosses his arms with a pout. His expression falters a little when Alexei pulls off onto a sand and gravel path, John letting out little giggles as the truck rumbles and bounces when they go over potholes and bumps.
“Right, right.” Alexei chuckles, peeling off onto a long driveway, narrowly dodging the mailbox, which likely has been hit before, and sits jutted out to the side. They had a lot more work to do to the place, but for now, it’s been functioning well as their little home away from home at the tower.
“House!” John cheers loudly, and Bob lets out a little whimper as the shout wakes him up, the younger boy reaching up to rub his eyes.
“Mmnn?” Bob yawns, his hand shifting down so he can slip his thumb into his mouth.
“Morning, little one. We are here.” The oldest of the group parks the car, instructing that John go and fetch their bags, which the energetic boy eagerly does. Alexei pulls open the back door, reaching inside the truck to release Bob from his car seat prison. The youngest boy is still half asleep, easily being picked up and held right on Alexei’s hip.
“Can you take bags inside, Johnny?” Alexei asks firmly, watching as John scurries inside the home with their bags, Alexei already hearing him practically sprinting up the stairs to get the task done as quickly as possible.
