You rub your tired eyes as you begin to wake up from what feels like the longest sleep you've ever had. A smile comes to your face when you smell something delicious coming from your kitchen.
Natasha smiles when she sees you sleepily walk into the kitchen still clutching your tiger stuffie. "Good Morning my little tiger." She says happily as she sets a plate of your favorite pancakes in front of you.
You both laugh when your stomach growls loudly when you see the food in front of you. Looking closer at the pancakes you clap your hands in glee at seeing that Natasha has cut the pancakes into little tiger cut outs. You can't help but let out a little squeal of excitement.
The redhead smiles big at seeing your reaction. She had found the metal cookie cutters in the children's section at the store; and thought it would be a great way to get you to eat if your food was cut into fun shapes.
Her theory was proven correctly as you ate every last bite on your plate. "Thank you Natty." You say in a quiet cute voice. You fidget with Tigey's ear as you ponder on the thoughts inside your head.
"What's wrong, detka?" Natasha asks as she looks at you worriedly.
You don't realize that you're biting your lip until you taste blood on your tongue. "I… I think I may be a little like Peter. I never was classified so I'm not sure. I mean I don't know if I want to be a little. If I am then everyone will treat me like I can't be a hero anymore. I won't be able to do missions anymore and I'll lose my job." You ramble on and on as you begin to hyperventilate and you can feel your body begin to glow a light blue.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down y/n. Just take one thing at a time. I need you to breathe with me." Natasha says as she pulls you closer to her. Her hands are holding your face as she guides you in a few breathing exercises.
It takes a bit but eventually you stop glowing and you're breathing calmer now. "Sorry Natty" you say in that small little voice that has been coming out more and more.
"No need to apologize. We would never see you any differently than we already see you. Many of us have had our suspicions of your classification. You don't have to be afraid of losing your job or us. Tony still lets Peter go out on missions and be a part of the team, they just have rules in place to keep Peter safe. Are you afraid of being a little because you think we will no longer want you?" Natasha asks you and frowns when you nod your head.
"Dr. Cho and Bruce ran the tests on me the other night. I just don't want to burden anyone. I don't want to burden you. I feel like a failure when my head goes small, like I can't take care of myself how I need to take care of myself. That's why I stopped eating and cooking, my head felt too small and I didn't know how to cook or go to the store. Why now? Why am I just now sinking into a little headspace?" You say as you try to look away from Natasha.
Natasha pulls you into her lap as she watches you sink deeper into a smaller headspace. She will have to talk to Bruce and Helen more about your classification. She was classified as a caregiver and it had always made her sad that she never was given a little to care for. She felt hopeful that perhaps you could be the little that she was always intended to care for. "It's okay my little tiger. We will figure things out. Do you want to watch some cartoons?"
You nod your head as you completely drop into a little headspace. Your thumb finds its way into your mouth as you begin to suck it. You're amazed when Natasha easily picks you up in her strong arms. You even feel smaller and lighter when you're in this headspace.
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Your little body easily falls asleep as you cuddle with Natasha. You felt a bit embarrassed to slip so easily when you were with her; but you figured it was because you felt safe and secure.
Natasha grabs your f/c (favorite color) blanket and covers you up as she carefully gets up from the couch. You look so peaceful and calm as you suck on your thumb. She wonders what age headspace you are in, she figures that you're not older than five.
The redhead walks into your small office and gets on her laptop. She puts in her ear piece so that the sound doesn't startle you awake and makes a video call with Bruce and Helen.
After some time both Bruce and Dr. Cho answered. "How is y/n?" They both ask.
Natasha speaks quietly but can't contain the small smile that appears on her face at the thought of you, "she's doing better. She's sleeping right now. Y/n told me that you both ran some tests on her classification and that she may be a little. I need to know how little so that I can keep her safe." Nat says as she feels her caregiver protectiveness kick in.
Dr. Cho nods her head in understanding as she opens up her chart to look at y/n's test results. "The tests show that her headspace is one to two years old, however there are moments where it's anywhere from three to five years old. It's possible that due to y/n never feeling safe enough to drop that her brain doesn't know how to stick to just one age."
Natasha nods her head as she listens intently to the doctor. She feels butterflies in her stomach at the excitement of being able to take care of you in such a small state. "Is there anything else I should know? Bruce, what changes in y/n will we start to notice now that she's dropping more into her classification?"
Bruce clears his throat as he looks at his own charts and notes. "Y/n might seem clingier than normal. Her immune system is going to drop considerably low. So she might get sick more often. Some caregivers decide to breastfeed their littles since a caregivers body will naturally provide nourishment to strengthen and heal their littles bodies. If breastfeeding isn't something you are both comfortable with then I can make a formula that is similar to a caregivers breastmilk." He clears his throat as he tries to think of other information. "It's very important that you communicate with y/n when she is in her usual headspace and get consent on what she is comfortable with. Most new littles won't want to wear diapers or be changed; but y/n will most likely have to get comfortable with you changing her since she is a younger little. You will notice that your body will start to change when you are around her. You will become more protective and your senses will heighten as well. Your strength physically will grow as you may have already noticed. Picking up and carrying y/n won't be an issue for you, it will seem like you are simply holding a baby."
Natasha nods her head as she writes more and more notes in her journal. Her cheeks blush at the thought of breastfeeding you. It's not a sexual thought in any way. She never quite understood the people who would sexualize littles and little space. The red head blushes because she never thought that her body would begin to change so much; since she can't get pregnant she never thought in all of her life that she would be able to breastfeed and have a nourishing bond with someone. "When will my supply come in? And is y/n safe to go without formula or breast milk until my supply comes in?" She asks.
Dr. Cho answers. "We will put in a prescription for some supplements that will help your supply come in faster. Try to nourish your body with fruits and vegetables and don't forget to drink water. Has she been showing signs of wanting milk or being hungry for a bottle?"
"I'm not really sure. She seems to suck her thumb a lot and she's been sleeping way more than usual, but I suspect the sleep is from the sleeping pills that Bruce prescribed to her." Natasha says as she tries to think back on your behavior.
Tony walks into med bay and comes into view of the camera. "Natasha, I'm sending you some essentials for y/n. I'm sending you some supplies at her apartment and I'll have the construction crew build a nursery in your apartment. In the meantime I'm sending you a crib, changing table, diapers, pacifiers, bottles, a bottle warmer, and some toys." He says as he clicks on his tablet and gives Natasha a flashy cheeky smile.
Natasha's jaw drops as she begins to feel a bit overwhelmed. Of course she's thankful for Tony and all that he's doing to help. He was the first of the team to be suspicious of y/n's classification. So it would make sense that he had already thought of everything you would need to safely be in little space.
"Oh god, Tony. I don't know what to say. Thank you." Nat says as she wiped a few tears from her eyes. She was nervous and excited to get to be your caregiver, it gave her comfort that she had such a loving team that was there to help her and you.
Bruce resumed the previous conversation before Tony had walked in. "Y/n May be sucking her thumb as a way to comfort herself but also because she's hungry for milk. Babies often suck on their fingers when they want a bottle or to breastfeed. Just like an infant there may be moments when y/n will try to latch onto you when you carry her. This is normal. Reassure her of this when she becomes embarrassed." Bruce says as he gives Natasha a reassuring smile.
Before Natasha can give a response she hears a loud thud and a wailing cry from the living room. "Oh god, I gotta go. Thank you for everything."
Tony chimes in, "I'll send you some bandaids and a first aid kit too!" He says as he chuckles and shakes his head.
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You cried hard as you had fallen off the couch and had somehow hit your head on your coffee table. You felt much younger than before. It felt hard for you to talk and all of your words came out as a babbling mess of sounds. You tried to get up but it was like you had lost all motor skills to stand or walk, the most you could manage was to crawl and sit up.
Natasha runs into the living room and instantly scoops you up into her arms, "oh my little tiger. I'm here. Shhh, it's okay Detka. Can you show me where it hurts." She says as she tries to look for any injuries.
Your face is red from crying and a bump is barely starting to form on the side of your forehead. More babbled cries come from your trembling lips as you move your hand to your head and try to show her where you hit your head.
"Oh detka. Did you hit your head when you fell?" She asks as she makes the connection that you've hit your head on the coffee table. Holding you in her arms she carries you to the kitchen and grabs an ice pack from the freezer and wraps it in a towel before placing it on the red bump on your head. "Little one, you've got to stay awake. I need to make sure that you don't need to go back to medbay."
You suck on your fingers as you try to calm yourself. You don't want to go back to the doctor or to the hospital. You liked Helen and Bruce, but medbay still scared you. You continued to cry loudly as a deep hunger for food hit you. So much drool coated your face and hands along with your tears and snot. You felt embarrassed to be in such a state as this; but it was like you were an actual infant. You literally could not control yourself.
Setting the ice pack aside once the bump had gone down in swelling. Natasha notices your distress and her body goes into hyperdrive. Instantly she notices her pheromones begin to change.
A soothing scent radiates off of her body as you begin to relax into her arms as she rocks you gently. Your cries die down as you nuzzle your face into her chest. You struggle with yourself as your body forces you to move your mouth close to her nipple that you can feel through her thin shirt.
"It's okay baby, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I don't think I'm producing milk yet. Do you want to try?" She asks even though she knows that you can't answer fully. She knows you can understand her, so it's possible that a small bit of your adult mind is still activated.
You nod your head as you suck hungrily on your fingers. The need to latch overwhelms your senses as she takes off her shirt and undoes her bra. There are no sexual feelings when she brings your mouth close to her nipple. It takes you a few tries to latch on but when you finally latch on you instantly feel calmer.
"It's okay y/n. You're safe." Natasha says calmly as you latch onto her and begin to lightly suckle her nipple. She lets out a little gasp of surprise as she feels liquid leak down her other nipple. She didn't expect for her supply to come in so fast, but it probably had to do with her body sensing that you needed her milk. She watched in amazement as you drank from her so effortlessly.
The bump on your head went down significantly and the bruising had already started to heal from the healing properties in Natasha's milk. You whimpered when she pulled you away and moved you to her other nipple. Again you latched on and suckled the sweet warm milk.
Once you had finished Natasha sat you up and began to burp you. "Do you feel better, little one?"
You looked up at her and made grabby hands as you babbled, "mama."
Natasha cried tears of joy at what you had just called her. "Oh my little tiger, mama is here. Mama loves you so much." She said as she hugged you in her arms and kissed your little cheeks playfully earning the cutest laugh from you.