You woke up for the first time in weeks out of your little headspace. Your mind felt a bit foggy as you did your best to get out of your crib.
Your legs shook slightly as you walked into the kitchen where Natasha and Wanda were cooking breakfast.
"Good morning." You said quietly as you sat awkwardly at the table.
"Good morning, love. How old are we feeling today?" Natasha asked as she placed a kiss on your forehead.
"I feel like my usual age but my head is a little foggy still." You say as you take a sip of orange juice that Wanda placed in front of you.
Natasha and Wanda both shared the same look as they sat down at the table with you. "We think now is a good time to talk about everything and touch base with how you're feeling." They said as they gave you a reassuring look.
"Okay. What do you want to talk about." You say as your anxiety begins to flare up. You wonder if they're about to tell you that you're too much to handle or that they want to end things. Your thoughts begin to cloud your mind as you do your best to calm your racing heart.
Wanda can sense your anxiety, "it's okay detka. We promise it's nothing bad. You're safe." She says as she scoots closer to you and holds your hand.
"Okay, I believe you." You said as you let out a relieved breath of air.
"We are both happy that you are our little and we love you dearly, but before you were our little you were our girlfriend. We just want to make sure that you still feel comfortable being in a romantic relationship. Of course we would have boundaries put in place to make sure that you are safe in both little and adult headspace." Natasha said as she explained everything to you in a calm fashion.
You nodded your head as you processed all of her words. "I still want to be in a romantic relationship with both of you. I just… what if I spend too much time as a little and you both fall out of love with me? I can't exactly control when I drop in headspace." You said as you began to bite your nails nervously.
"Oh detka, we could never fall out of love with you. It's okay that you can't control your headspace dropping. That takes time and practice. When you're in little space there will be no kisses to the lips, and we are only your mama/mommy while in little space. Nat and I don't believe age regression should be sexualized or used as a kink. Those are our boundaries. If we are in the middle of making love and you feel like you are dropping, you need to try to let us know." Wanda said as she took your fingers out of your mouth and gave your hand a gentle reassuring squeeze.
"Okay, I think your boundaries are reasonable. They honestly make me feel safer. I love you both so much." You say as you look lovingly at both of the women sitting in front of you.
"One more thing. When you're little do you feel younger than one years old? You've done nothing wrong, it's just that we've noticed that you're not as independent as you used to be." Nat asked.
You shook your head, "I feel younger. I mean sometimes I feel older than one; but lately I have been feeling much younger. Like I'm not able to say many words or sounds and I'm not able to walk or crawl. Sometimes it feels scary to be that young."
Just talking about it was triggering you and you started to feel like you were dropping into a tiny and scary headspace. "Mama." You whimpered as you felt yourself fully drop. Your body nearly fell out of the chair as you had lost your balance.
Wanda caught you before you could fall. She comforted you as you let out a screaming cry of panic. "It's okay little one. Mommy has you."
Natasha placed a kiss to the top of your head as she rubbed soothing circles on your back as Wanda rocked you in her arms. "It's okay to be scared y/n. We're right here. We won't let anything bad happen to you. You're okay."
Your cries began to die down as you clung to Wanda. You sucked hungrily on your hands causing drool to run down Wanda's shirt.
"Nat, I think she's hungry. Do you want to try to feed her?" Wanda asked Natasha who was placing a pacifier in your mouth.
"Has your supply come in yet? You could try to feed her. Sometimes nipple stimulation will help your supply come in faster. I have a bottle of breastmilk that I pumped earlier if you want to give her the bottle." She said as she got up and grabbed the full bottle from the fridge and put it in the bottle warmer on the kitchen counter.
Wanda felt nervous. She hadn't noticed if her supply had come in or not. She was grateful when Natasha held you as she removed her shirt and undid her bra. Looking down she immediately noticed that she looked fuller.
You cried loudly spitting out the pacifier as you made grabby hands at Wanda.
Natasha placed you back into Wanda's arms as she helped guide your mouth to her nipple that had started to drip breast milk.
Wanda cried tears of joy and relief as she felt her supply kick in. You were really gentle as you suckled from her breast. "That's it baby. Mommy is right here." She said as she played with your hair as you drank from her.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You woke up shivering in your crib. Struggling to sit up you began to cry when your felt aches all over your body. Your headspace was that of a younger infant, maybe six to seven months.
You felt wet and your stomach felt sick and yucky. In such a small headspace it was hard to understand that you were nauseous. As you finally sat up you vomited and spit up on yourself and in your crib. Thankfully your mommy had forgotten to put Tigey in the crib or he would've needed a bath.
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Natasha and Wanda were sitting in the living room watching TV when Friday alerted them of your distress.
"Miss y/n is showing signs of sickness. She has a fever of 102.5 degrees Fahrenheit and she has vomited. It seems that the baby monitor needs new batteries. I have ordered more." Friday said calmly.
Both women made a beeline for your nursery. "Thanks Friday. Please alert Helen or Bruce. We may come in later for an appointment." Natasha said to the A.I.
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You cried as you shook violently in Wanda's arms. You could hear the sound of the bathtub as she had carried you to the bathroom.
"It's okay, y/n. We're going to get you cleaned off and get your fever down." Wanda said as she placed you on the changing table in the bathroom.
You had diarrhea and you had started to develop a diaper rash. Your cries grew louder as you felt embarrassed to have your mama and mommy change your poopy diaper and your vomit. You knew that it was natural and there was nothing to be ashamed of; but it was still embarrassing to feel so vulnerable.
"It's okay detka. No need to feel embarrassed. We're going to make you all better." Natasha said as she picked you up from the changing table while Wanda went to clean out your crib and your sheets.
You clung to Nat as she tried to put you in the lukewarm water. Even though the water wasn't cold it felt freezing to you due to your fever. Eventually your mama had put you in the bath and you made sure she knew you were displeased. You threw your first tantrum as your headspace went up to a one year old. You kicked and hit your mama's hand away when she tried to wash you.
Natasha felt frustrated that she couldn't console you. Closing her eyes she took a few calming breaths as her caregiver pheromones released and you started to calm down.
"I know, baby. I know. I know you feel sick and miserable, but y/n we don't hit. It's not nice to hit." Natasha said calmly as she gently poured water on your fevered body. She was careful not to get any water and soap in your eyes.
You gave her a sorry look as you finally started to relax into her touch. "Mama," you babbled as you made grabby hands at her.
"I forgive you little one. I love you so much. We're going to go see Bruce. So we need to get you all cleaned up." Nat said as she grabbed your tiger bath towel that had a little hood with ears. Once the water was drained she wrapped you in your towel and carried you to your clean and disinfected nursery.
"I'll change her while you get cleaned up." Wanda said to Nat as she took you in her arms. Even with the bath she frowned at how hot you were. "Friday, what's y/n's temperature now?"
"Miss y/n's temperature has risen to 103 degrees Fahrenheit. I have alerted Bruce. He says he can stop by or you can meet him at medbay. What should I tell him?" Friday asked as she waited for a response.
"Tell him we will be there soon. I think our little tiger might need some fluids." Wanda said as she changed you into your tiger onesie. She was thankful that this onesie zipped up and didn't have a bunch of snappy buttons. It made changing you so much easier.
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Natasha held you tightly in her arms as you screamed and cried in pain when Bruce inserted the IV into your arm. You never were good with needles. "You're doing such a good job, detka. It's almost over." She said calmly as she tried to hold you still so that Bruce could get some fluids into you.
Once you were connected to the IV and Bruce had drawn some blood and set the fluids up your mama's helped you get comfortable in the hospital bed. You were exhausted and your stomach was still nauseous.
You could tell that Nat and Wanda were both worried about you as they tucked you in. Your cries settled down into small sniffles as you hugged Tigey to your chest.
Wanda turned on the TV and put on your favorite cartoon making sure the volume wasn't too loud. "Get some rest, my baby. We'll be right here." She said as she leaned down and kissed your hot and flushed cheek.
As you watched your cartoon your eyes grew heavy until you had finally fallen asleep.
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Wanda and Nat were pacing back and forth anxiously waiting for the test results to come back. You looked so miserable sleeping in the hospital bed. You had only gotten worse since they had brought you in.
Tony and Pepper rushed into Medbay carrying a very sick Peter who was clearly in his little headspace.
Natasha stepped out of your room and went to see what was going on.
Tony was yelling out orders at Helen and Bruce. He looked at his son Peter who looked just as bad as you if not worse.
"Tony, what's going on?" Nat said as she walked into the room and did her best to comfort Peter who was crying and making grabby hands at her.
"Natasha, why are you here? Oh god is y/n here? Please tell me she isn't sick as well." He said as he ran his hand through his hair nervously.
Natasha gave him a worried and sad look as she did her best to comfort Peter who was burning up.
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Peter and you had gone to a daycare during the weekend while everyone had to go on a mission. Tony had Happy drop both of you off at the daycare and then he had picked you both up in the evenings.
It had been the first time you had been away from Wanda and Natasha while as a little. Peter had helped you stay calm as he distracted you when you missed your mama's.
Daycare wasn't so bad, it was more relaxed than kindergarten and the staff were all trained to deal with littles who happened to have super powers. Of course not all the littles were like you and Peter.
Wanda, Nat, Tony and Pepper called you and Peter multiple times a day and although most of the time you were younger than two years old you still babbled on the phone to them.
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Wanda stepped outside of your room and gasped when she saw the condition that Peter was in. "Oh god, you don't think they're both sick because of a bug or something they caught at daycare?" She asked as she gave a worried look at Tony, Bruce and Natasha.
"At the moment it would seem that they both have the same ailment. We're going to keep them here for observation and until we can get their fevers down. As of right now Helen and I are giving them both fluids, pain medication, and a fever reducer. Tony, I'm going to need you to contact the daycare. Just to be safe they should shut down and sanitize the whole building. Let's communicate to the caregivers that they need to quarantine their littles until we know more information." Bruce said as he tried his best to reassure the frantic and worried caregivers.
Tony immediately nodded his head as he began talking to Friday and contacting the daycare director and getting the ball rolling with protocols. Keeping busy would help calm his nerves. "Pepper, keep me updated. If anything happens let me know." He said as he kissed his wife before leaning down and kissing his son's forehead. "Get some rest, Bambi. Daddy will be back soon."
Peter gave a tired cry as sleep was taking over his body. The pain medications had kicked in and it wasn't long before he was fast asleep.
"What can we do?" Pepper asked as she looked to Bruce and Helen for advice. She needed to be kept busy as well.
"Although we're giving them both fluids, the milk you produce will help heal your littles much faster than any of our medicine can. Try to get your littles to feed as much as possible when they are awake. In the event where they refuse to eat, we will have to give them a feeding tube." Helen said as she did her best to comfort the women in front of her.
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Nat and Wanda did their best to get you to latch onto them or even your favorite bottle; but nothing worked. It had now been over 12 hours since you had last eaten. Your fever was still high and Bruce and Helen still had no answers as to what was causing you and Peter to become sick.
"Nat, what if y/n doesn't get better?" Wanda asked as she began to cry. She felt helpless and useless watching you worsen every hour.
"No. We're not going to think about that. Y/n and Peter are going to get better." Natasha snapped firmly before lowering her tone and wrapping Wanda into her arms. "I'm sorry, detka. I didn't mean to snap. We just can't afford to allow our minds to go there. We have to be strong for y/n and Peter." She said softly as she hugged Wanda tightly.
"I know. I just wish I could make everything better." Wanda said sadly as she held your small hand and squeezed it gently.
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"Natty." You said weakly as you turned your head to look at Natasha and Wanda. You had been fighting to come out of your little headspace; but being sick made it hard.
"Y/n, oh god. How do you feel?" Natasha said as she went over to you and placed a cool washcloth to your forehead.
"It hurts so bad. I want to be big but it's like something is forcing me to be small. I just want to go home." You whimper as your body begins to shiver and shake.
"I know love. Bruce and Helen are working on getting you and Peter better." Wanda says as she does her best to comfort you.
"What happened to Peter?!" You shout as you try your best to get out of bed. "Is he okay?"
"Detka, you need to calm down." Natasha said as she held you down to the bed. "Peter is sick just like you. I need you to tell me if anything felt off when you were at the daycare."
You stopped fighting to get out of the bed as you felt completely exhausted. Closing your eyes you tried to remember anything that had seemed off. "Mama, your milk tasted funny. Even Peter said his mommy's milk tasted funny. It was only sometimes though." You said as your big self blended with your little self. It felt like a battle between the two headspaces and it made your head hurt.
Wanda and Nat looked at each other worriedly.
"It hurts. Please make it stop." You cry out in pain as your fingers grip the bed sheets. PTSD flashbacks attack your mind as the pain triggers a similar pain you've felt when you were a child.
"Bruce! Bruce, get in here." Wanda yells as she can feel your pain intensify.
"Detka, where does it hurt?" Nat asks you as she brings you into her arms. Your whole body is shaking.
"Hurts… everywhere. Feels like them…" you say through gritted teeth before your eyes roll back and your body convulses into a seizure.
Nat is quick to move you to your side as she yells for Bruce and Helen.
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Wanda and Nat watch helplessly as Bruce and Helen do their best to stabilize you.
"What did y/n mean when she said 'them'?" Wanda asked, already sensing the answer to her own question.
Natasha gripped Tigey to her chest as she watched you fighting for your life through the window.
"Hydra. It has to be Hydra."