Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. fic: The Kid Was Fussy, Okay?
Story Title: The Kid Was Fussy, Okay?
Fandom(s): Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Whumptober 2024 Day 7: Only for Emergencies
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,014
Summary: Daisy and Robbie are allowed to babysit one time and one time only.
Daisy and Robbie are allowed to babysit one time and one time only.
Flint usually doesn’t mind watching his baby brother, nor do the Fitz-Simmonses mind hosting playdates if they’re stateside. LMD Coulson, even, proves to be a surprisingly - or perhaps not so surprisingly - capable caregiver. Daisy by herself has watched Francisco several times without incident. Which is why Mack had only had marginal reservations about allowing her to babysit tonight so he and Elena could celebrate their anniversary. He still has trouble reading the man who’s only recently capitulated to Mack’s nicknames, so even though he’d believed Robbie wouldn’t be a threat to his son, he was still hesitant.
But Daisy’d be with him, so no harm done, right?
Wrong, apparently.
Everything seems normal when he and Elena return home in good spirits. Cisco is delighted to see his parents, yet not so delighted as to suggest he’d been plied with sugar throughout the night. Daisy and Robbie aren’t harried or eager to leave, indicating Cisco hadn’t been too much of a handful. The house doesn’t look any more of a mess than usual.
All is well until Cisco realizes his babysitters aren’t staying as Daisy and Robbie say their goodbyes and begin to head out. He squirms to be let down from Mack’s arms, which Mack obliges, and toddles over to the pair waving his hands about. Mack is at a loss; he’s never seen those gestures. They’re purposeful rather than chaotic, so clearly not just the random movements of a toddler. First he extends his hands with a giggle, then makes a whoosh sound, glancing from Daisy to Robbie then back again.
“¿Qué estás haciendo, mi amor?” Elena laughs.
Cisco’s too young to answer in full, and Daisy responds innocently, “No clue what he means.”
Too innocently.
“No, no, no, I know that tone of voice,” Mack says with suspicion. “What happened?”
Daisy and Robbie exchange a look. Not very reassuring. Robbie tries, “Nah, man, just kid stuff. You know.”
“What ‘just kid stuff’?” Elena asks, now catching on. She turns to Robbie and lets out a string of stern Spanish that’s too quick for Mack to parse. Robbie responds with another defense of himself.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!” Cisco interrupts. “Brrrrr!”
Mack crosses his arms over his chest expectantly.
“Okay, listen,” says Robbie, caving, “he wasn’t interested in any of the books or cartoons or anything. We had to get creative.”
“Creative?”
As fast as his feet will carry him, Cisco goes to his toy box and retrieves both his Nerf sword and box of blocks. He shoves them at Daisy and Robbie, then sends a smile to his parents. Mack glares at the pair of them.
“Yeah, yeah, fine,” Daisy submits.
She motions for Robbie to follow and they take a seat on Cisco’s play mat. Daisy dumps out the blocks and begins building a tower. In counter to Cisco’s excited claps, Mack scowls as Daisy releases a low-level quake that sends her tower of blocks tumbling back down. She keeps the quake going for Cisco, who tries to build his own tower. He succeeds only for a few moments before the vibrations topple it, but there are no tears in sight.
The alarming developments are not done.
Robbie requests the lights to be shut off, with which Elena complies, baffled. Then the room is suddenly alight again - from hellfire. The sword in Robbie’s hand flares into an inferno and casts everything around it in flickering oranges and yellows.
(All right, maybe it’s less of an inferno and more of a sluggish smolder, but that is not the point.)
With a different kind of whoosh, the regular lights are turned back on and the sword is not only out of Robbie’s hand but in the sink being extinguished by running water. Elena’s expression is as infuriated as Mack feels.
Seeing their faces, Daisy begins, “Listen -”
(“Again!” Cisco exclaims.)
“You started an earthquake -”
“No, he was having fun -”
“And you, you freaking - you set our house on fire -!”
“I think that’s a bit of an exagg -”
(“Again!”)
“I cannot believe -”
“They were tremors -”
“On. Fire.”
“Barely!”
The adults’ back-and-forth is halted by Cisco beginning to wail. It’s not lost on Mack as to why: the arguing, and his fun aunt and uncle no longer providing alien- and demon-fueled entertainment.
Mack twice breaths deeply in then out. Willing his blood pressure to lower, he makes himself admit that, all right, there appears to be no damage to the house from either earthquake or fire. Certainly there is no damage to Cisco; the opposite, if anything. There’s not even damage to the sword, Mack notes incredulously as he glances into the kitchen. Just as Robbie’s powers inexplicably spare his clothes, so too did they spare the Nerf.
Still, Daisy and Robbie aren’t S.H.I.E.L.D.’s two most lethal assets for no reason.
“You were supposed to be normal babysitters,” Elena scolds while Mack picks up Cisco to calm him.
“I’m sorry,” says Daisy. “We didn’t mean any harm. Are we disqualified from babysitting duty?”
Mack looks at Elena in silent conversation. Coming to a consensus, he answers, “It means you’re on probation.”
“Probation?” Daisy brightens. “I’ll take it.”
She leans over to kiss Cisco on the forehead, followed by Robbie testing the absolute limits of Mack’s patience by snapping his fingers to produce a small flame. Cisco’s sniffles are replaced by a giggle, which is the only reason Mack doesn’t immediately declare a probation violation.
“Nos vemos, pequeño,” Robbie says with a smile.
Cisco gives a pudgy wave. “Bye-bye.”
Once the pair leave and Cisco is summarily put to bed after what has apparently been an eventful evening, Elena raises an eyebrow. “Probation, huh?”
“Was that okay?” Mack asks. He’d thought they’d reached a consensus.
“Yes, okay. It isn’t like I have not used my powers to make Cisco laugh.”
It’s a fair point, and one Mack can’t say didn’t factor in. “You’re right.”
“I’m always right. And you,” she adds, pecking him on the lips, “are a big softie.”
Fandom(s): Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Whumptober 2024 Day 7: Only for Emergencies
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,014
Summary: Daisy and Robbie are allowed to babysit one time and one time only.
Daisy and Robbie are allowed to babysit one time and one time only.
Flint usually doesn’t mind watching his baby brother, nor do the Fitz-Simmonses mind hosting playdates if they’re stateside. LMD Coulson, even, proves to be a surprisingly - or perhaps not so surprisingly - capable caregiver. Daisy by herself has watched Francisco several times without incident. Which is why Mack had only had marginal reservations about allowing her to babysit tonight so he and Elena could celebrate their anniversary. He still has trouble reading the man who’s only recently capitulated to Mack’s nicknames, so even though he’d believed Robbie wouldn’t be a threat to his son, he was still hesitant.
But Daisy’d be with him, so no harm done, right?
Wrong, apparently.
Everything seems normal when he and Elena return home in good spirits. Cisco is delighted to see his parents, yet not so delighted as to suggest he’d been plied with sugar throughout the night. Daisy and Robbie aren’t harried or eager to leave, indicating Cisco hadn’t been too much of a handful. The house doesn’t look any more of a mess than usual.
All is well until Cisco realizes his babysitters aren’t staying as Daisy and Robbie say their goodbyes and begin to head out. He squirms to be let down from Mack’s arms, which Mack obliges, and toddles over to the pair waving his hands about. Mack is at a loss; he’s never seen those gestures. They’re purposeful rather than chaotic, so clearly not just the random movements of a toddler. First he extends his hands with a giggle, then makes a whoosh sound, glancing from Daisy to Robbie then back again.
“¿Qué estás haciendo, mi amor?” Elena laughs.
Cisco’s too young to answer in full, and Daisy responds innocently, “No clue what he means.”
Too innocently.
“No, no, no, I know that tone of voice,” Mack says with suspicion. “What happened?”
Daisy and Robbie exchange a look. Not very reassuring. Robbie tries, “Nah, man, just kid stuff. You know.”
“What ‘just kid stuff’?” Elena asks, now catching on. She turns to Robbie and lets out a string of stern Spanish that’s too quick for Mack to parse. Robbie responds with another defense of himself.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!” Cisco interrupts. “Brrrrr!”
Mack crosses his arms over his chest expectantly.
“Okay, listen,” says Robbie, caving, “he wasn’t interested in any of the books or cartoons or anything. We had to get creative.”
“Creative?”
As fast as his feet will carry him, Cisco goes to his toy box and retrieves both his Nerf sword and box of blocks. He shoves them at Daisy and Robbie, then sends a smile to his parents. Mack glares at the pair of them.
“Yeah, yeah, fine,” Daisy submits.
She motions for Robbie to follow and they take a seat on Cisco’s play mat. Daisy dumps out the blocks and begins building a tower. In counter to Cisco’s excited claps, Mack scowls as Daisy releases a low-level quake that sends her tower of blocks tumbling back down. She keeps the quake going for Cisco, who tries to build his own tower. He succeeds only for a few moments before the vibrations topple it, but there are no tears in sight.
The alarming developments are not done.
Robbie requests the lights to be shut off, with which Elena complies, baffled. Then the room is suddenly alight again - from hellfire. The sword in Robbie’s hand flares into an inferno and casts everything around it in flickering oranges and yellows.
(All right, maybe it’s less of an inferno and more of a sluggish smolder, but that is not the point.)
With a different kind of whoosh, the regular lights are turned back on and the sword is not only out of Robbie’s hand but in the sink being extinguished by running water. Elena’s expression is as infuriated as Mack feels.
Seeing their faces, Daisy begins, “Listen -”
(“Again!” Cisco exclaims.)
“You started an earthquake -”
“No, he was having fun -”
“And you, you freaking - you set our house on fire -!”
“I think that’s a bit of an exagg -”
(“Again!”)
“I cannot believe -”
“They were tremors -”
“On. Fire.”
“Barely!”
The adults’ back-and-forth is halted by Cisco beginning to wail. It’s not lost on Mack as to why: the arguing, and his fun aunt and uncle no longer providing alien- and demon-fueled entertainment.
Mack twice breaths deeply in then out. Willing his blood pressure to lower, he makes himself admit that, all right, there appears to be no damage to the house from either earthquake or fire. Certainly there is no damage to Cisco; the opposite, if anything. There’s not even damage to the sword, Mack notes incredulously as he glances into the kitchen. Just as Robbie’s powers inexplicably spare his clothes, so too did they spare the Nerf.
Still, Daisy and Robbie aren’t S.H.I.E.L.D.’s two most lethal assets for no reason.
“You were supposed to be normal babysitters,” Elena scolds while Mack picks up Cisco to calm him.
“I’m sorry,” says Daisy. “We didn’t mean any harm. Are we disqualified from babysitting duty?”
Mack looks at Elena in silent conversation. Coming to a consensus, he answers, “It means you’re on probation.”
“Probation?” Daisy brightens. “I’ll take it.”
She leans over to kiss Cisco on the forehead, followed by Robbie testing the absolute limits of Mack’s patience by snapping his fingers to produce a small flame. Cisco’s sniffles are replaced by a giggle, which is the only reason Mack doesn’t immediately declare a probation violation.
“Nos vemos, pequeño,” Robbie says with a smile.
Cisco gives a pudgy wave. “Bye-bye.”
Once the pair leave and Cisco is summarily put to bed after what has apparently been an eventful evening, Elena raises an eyebrow. “Probation, huh?”
“Was that okay?” Mack asks. He’d thought they’d reached a consensus.
“Yes, okay. It isn’t like I have not used my powers to make Cisco laugh.”
It’s a fair point, and one Mack can’t say didn’t factor in. “You’re right.”
“I’m always right. And you,” she adds, pecking him on the lips, “are a big softie.”