Avengers || Babysitting · Y/n story by @jinora

The Bifrost had barely finished scorching the lawn before Thor was already walking toward the Compound, one massive hand wrapped around a much smaller one.

Thor

And remember, my friends, she does not care for the crusts on her bread. The crusts are to be removed entirely. Not merely trimmed. Removed.

Steve Rogers

We'll remember, Thor.

Thor

And she prefers her milk warm, but not hot. Lukewarm. If it is too cold, she will not drink it, and if it is too hot, she will wait until it cools, and then it will be too cold, and she will not drink it either.

Tony Stark

from the couch, not looking up from his tablet Is there a specific moon phase we should be aware of? Or is that just for the bread thing?

Thor

ignoring him entirely She sleeps best with the blanket tucked beneath her feet. Not above. Beneath.

Thor's hand never left Y/N's shoulder. His thumb moved in small, absent circles against the fabric of her sleeve, like he wasn't entirely aware he was doing it.

Natasha Romanoff

We've got it, Thor.

Thor

And if she grows tired before the evening meal, she may rest, but no longer than one hour. If she rests longer, she will not sleep through the night, and then she will be tired again tomorrow, and then—

Clint Barton

muttering to Steve I've had military briefings shorter than this.

Thor

—and then she will be tired again tomorrow. It is a cycle, you understand.

Y/N shifted slightly, her bag rustling, and Thor immediately looked down at her, his entire face softening.

Thor

Are you comfortable, little one?