Cheshire And the Avengers

Keep him

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Ps. This chapter has a real twist that's sure to make the story more interesting!

After a dinner of  horribly burnt oatmeal Steve was cooking and forgot to turn down the stove top, we searched the house for more things.  Clint found a few brushes and deodorants, Natasha found tooth brushes and tooth paste.  Steve was in the basement looking for anything useful.  The people who used to live here have been dead for a long time now.

I mean, when we got here, the furniture was covered in white sheets, dust all over everything, and it looked like no one touched it in forever.

"I found something!" Steve yelled from the basement, and I came.

"What?" I ask, looking over the oak railing.

"Don't fall, here." He picked me up from over the rail and set me on the ground.

"What?" I whined.

"Look, here, see?" He asked.

"I'm not three....." I stopped. In the corner. 

"Wh-What is it?" I demand, going closer.

I needed to see.  I looked at it carefully.  It looked like a box.

"A box. That's what it is." I say.

"Yeah, but I heard something from inside it. Go open it, I'll come with you." Steve informs me.

"Kay." I pry open the box.

I almost passed out right there.  Steve grabbed my shoulder. Making sure I wouldn't.

"It-it's a....."

Time skip to five minutes later.

"......baby..." Tony finished.

Yes. He is a baby.  I held the little baby close to me, he was swaddled in a blanket and sleeping.  Steve made sure he wasn't dead.

"What do we do with it?" Natasha demanded.

"Him." I say. "It's a him. I know. He was but naked when we found him."

"Ok." Clint gets up. "So what do we do with him."

"Keep him." I state, and the baby boy wakes up. 

"K-keep him!" Steve steps back.

"We can't keep him!"

"Where will he sleep?"

"What if he gets hurt!"

"I'll take care of him, change his diaper, feed him, and make sure he doesn't get hurt." I tell them.

"Fine."

-5 years later-

"Jay! Come inside!" I yell from the window.

The little six year old boy came running to the door.  He has sandy brown hair and the most beautiful blue eyes.  He's a little chubby, but adorable.

"What mommy?" He asks.

"Time for lunch, go wash your hands." I look down at him.  He was just a baby.

"Awwwwwwww but-" He begins to whine, but I know his tricks.

"But nothing, go wash your hands!" I state firmly, and he runs into the bathroom.

I laugh.  He's so cute. I can't believe he's already six years old.

Note: Jay was one when they found him, ok? Ok.