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Caregiver!Loki and Regressor!Reader

Somewhere between headcanons and a fanfiction, written in 2022 

Content warnings: reader regresses to baby age and uses bottles: suggestion of abuse or a bad home situation that reader is escaping: reader does not give consent for Loki to help them at first, but he does anyways: anxiety attack

part of Stark Tower is set aside as subsidized housing under the Martha Charity Foundation, and you’ve been chosen to live there 

some people would be excited to live in the same building as the Avengers, but they’re twenty floors away and never pass through, so it’s a novelty that quickly wears off 

the apartment is nice, and safe, and yours, but it’s also a bit lonely 

you usually regress in the bedroom, curled up with a bottle, a stuffie, and your laptop 

one evening you’re tiny and you run out of milk! 

you reluctantly waddle to the kitchen to get more, and are very surprised to see a black cat in your living room, which freezes when it sees you 

the cat doesn’t come closer, but it lets you approach: it seems almost offended when you offer your hand to sniff, but leans into your hands when you pet its head and ears 

you spend the rest of the evening with the cat, happily babbling and learning which parts the cat doesn’t want you to touch (paws and belly are off-limits but everything else seems okay) 

eventually you fall asleep, and when you wake up the cat is gone… 

-(continued under ‘keep reading’) 

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Your size does not make you any less of a little.

You’re as little as you feel. Not all littles are tiny physically, being a bigger little does not make you a bad little. It makes you human, and it’s all the more to love.

This is soo cute 🥰🥰

Been watching Mickey Mouse clubhouse, I drew mousie just like Mickey!! 🐭💕

yo jj! (im back again) regarding marvel asks n stuff im just gonna do a wild guess and request something, hmm idk—little!peter related IDK MAN but anything with him in it would be so great

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Movie Night

|| Peter Parker x Avengers Team

notes ; The team finding out peters a little? The team finding out peters a little. 🤝

warnings ; pet names, pacifiers, peter being insecure about his regression

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Peter loves having a room of his own in the Avengers tower, it’s decorated how he wants it, it’s freaking huge, and most importantly, the door locks.

The door locks to keep everyone he wants out, there’s even a code on it that only he knows, it’s actually just his and Mj’s birthdays added together typed in backwards, but— who would guess that?

Parker considers himself to be on his own when he sneaks into the bedroom after a long patrol or heavy mission that left far too many injuries with far too little victories. He can regress in his room without worry, asking Friday to make sure the doors locked, grabbing a few snacks from the kitchen beforehand, sharing that weirdly knowing look Natasha and him do when she catches him scurrying towards his room with a bag of cookies hanging from his mouth.

It’s perfect, so much better than when he’d spend his time worrying that May would walk in without warning, catching him with old stuffed animals held to his chest or god forbid a pacifier in his mouth. The tower defeats all that anxiety, letting him be as small as he wants for as long as he wants, as long as the doors closed and he doesn’t tell anyone the code. Two rules, easy to follow and remember.

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What Peter never accounted for is that Tony can access all of Fridays information with a click of a button, it’s all laid out for him to see, including Peters door password.

But there’s no time to plan around that now as Peter is sitting helplessly in the middle of his bed. There’s cartoons on the Tv, his old brown bear in his arms, soft blue crewneck hanging loosely off his frame, and most notably, a sage green pacifier in his mouth.

He had gone on a mini shopping spree after Mr. Stark paid him for his first mission with the avengers— he didn’t even know they got paid, but Tony gave him cash— which was all spent in the matter of two weekends. Now Peter has a nice selection of little gear tucked into his closet at the tower.

“Kid you’ve locked yourself in here for hours now, Bruce wants to watch some rom com and I need you to pick a better movie for movi—.” The words die on Tony’s tongue when he turns fully towards Peter, eyes wide and mouth open in shock, Parker can only tug his bear in closer to his chest.

He doesn’t know what to do. Neither of them do. Tony looks so confused and maybe- angry?- oh god he looks angry! Peter can’t have Mr. Stark mad at him! What is he kicks him out! Or takes his suit away again, or tells the rest of the Avengers, or yells at him, or tells May—

“Kid? I asked you something, you gonna answer?” Oh he’s closer now, arms crossed over his chest, standing directly in front of the foot of the bed, a quirked brow for effect. Peter didn’t hear a word though, he tentatively shakes his head no.

“Are you still coming to movie night?” No, he can’t, not like this, they’d all laugh at him— he’s supposed to be a big strong superhero, not a little kid that really just wants to be held and told everything will be okay.

“Okay. Are you sure? I’m sure the team can put on a kids movie?” Tony urges in an oddly soft tone, his face falling away from the initial shock to a gentle smile.

It does sound kinda nice to watch a movie on the big Tv in the living room, and Peter really likes movie nights where he can sit between Natasha and Tony…….

“Nothin scary.” Tony breaks into a grin as he nods easily, reaching to ruffle Peters hair.

“Nothing scary, I promise. You ready to go?” While Stark does offer up a hand, Peter wants to be picked up, it’s the one thing he’s unable to do on his own, so he makes grabby hands for Tony in a sheepish way until Stark rolls his eyes before bending to place Parker on his hip.

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They make their way down the long hallway with Tony murmuring facts he knows about age regression, telling Peter how proud he is that the tower is somewhere he feels safe enough to regress, how Tony’s always going to be there if Peter needs— really just turning Parker into a blushing mess before they reach the living room.

“There you two are! Where have you bee-?” Bruce immediately stops talking, eyebrows furrowed thickly together, making everyone else pause their conversations to turn towards Tony and Peter, all equally as surprised.

“Nat!” Peters whole face lights up seeing the redhead, his pacifier almost falling to the ground if Tony wasn’t there to secure it back in place.

“Spiderling! You havin’ a good night?” She stands immediately, abandoning her spot beside Clint to rush over to where Tony and Peter are.

“Mm! Mr. Stark said we watchin’ good movie, nothin scary.” Natasha hums along, plucking Peter into her own arms despite Tony’s huffing of disapproval.

“Well now we are, can’t scare you can we?” The brunette giggles when Nat scrunches her nose up with a head shake, flopping down onto the couch back beside Clint, wrapping an arm around Peters back to make sure he won’t fall.

“Did you just do this to get out of watching my pick?” Bruce turns to Tony to roll his eyes at the other man’s shrug.

“Look at him, how could you say no to that Bruce?” Tony defends with a motion over to Peter, his smile beaming when Banner turns to laugh lightly at the sight of him sprawled over Natasha, bordering on also crushing Clint.

“Touché Stark, but we’re so watching my movie next time.” Everyone agrees to that, quickly settling down once a child’s movie gets chosen, although the team is all too consumed watching Peter nuzzle into Natasha’s side while reaching an arm over Clint as he feels a bit bad only laying with Nat, nobody complains over the adorable sight.

What my comfort characters see before I headcannon them as regressors

I knew what the answer was going to be but I didn't wanna see it.. 0-1 lol

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