Adventures in Babysitting
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dorksidefikerTitle: Adventures in Babysitting
Author:fullmetal_cute
Pairing: Victor Mancha/Molly Hayes
Fandom: Runaways
Theme: 32. Storyteller
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Note: Set in my That Damn MPreg universe. Written fornat_dimension and clayin, who both wanted to see Molly the Babysitter. Additional text from Where the Wild Things Are.
"If they're so easy to handle," Victor Mancha said as the elevator rocketed to the upper floors of the Avengers Tower, "why do you need me?"
Molly Hayes sighed expressively. "Because there are four of them, and four kids require more than one set of eyes. Besides, since when do I need an excuse to have you around?"
"I hope you'll excuse me if I worry about babysitting the heirs to the Skrull Empire."
Molly put a finger over his lips. "Don't ever talk about that," she said seriously. "Especially in front of Will."
Victor blinked. "Alright."
The elevator dinged open, and the two found Ted Altman waiting for them, taking up a lot of the hall.
"Molly! Just in time! Pizza money's by the phone, TV's broken, we're going to Kenya, if anything happens you know who to call. Hey Victor." He pushed past the two and into the elevator, waving a distracted goodbye as the doors closed.
"Is it like this every time?" Victor asked.
"Only during global crises." Molly went straight to the door at the end of the hall, with Victor at her heels. The door opened under her touch, and Victor suddenly found himself under scrutiny from three sets of eyes; one grey, one brown, and one the orangish-brown that Victor associated with Xavin.
Suddenly the owner of the brown eyes, a small boy with white-blond hair, launched himself at Molly and wrapped his arms around her legs. He began babbling at high speed about how happy he was to see her, and did she have any Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs, and it wasn't his fault the TV was broken no matter what Jeffy said and what did he know anyway he was a baby, before finally ending in a "Who's this?" as he eyed Victor.
"This is Vic," Molly said, untangling the boy from her legs. "Vic, this is Bobby."
"Hey,” Victor said.
The boy regarded him solemnly, and his siblings echoed the expression.
In another room, a baby started crying.
"Oh damn," Molly said, "That's Nate. Watch them!" She disappeared into what had to be the nursery, leaving Victor alone with three small children.
"Um. Hi."
***
He should have expected the super-strength. He should have, but he hadn't, and now he was flat on his back with a little girl sitting on his chest, studying him warily.
"You're not a Kree, are you?"
"No," Victor said, feeling worried about what might happen to anyone who was a Kree.
"Not Shar?" the Skrull looking boy asked.
"Shi'ar," the girl corrected.
"No," Victor said again.
"Skrull?" the little boy said hopefully, which earned him a light cuff upside the head from his older brother.
"Not all Skrulls are like Uncle Kl'rt." Bobby remonstrated.
"Not a Skrull, either. Can I get up, please?"
"Thinking about it," the girl said.
"Rebecca Sarah, you let him up!" Molly said as she charged into the room, the no longer crying Nate balanced on her hip. She grabbed the little girl and lifted her by the scruff of her neck.
Victor sat up, rubbing the back of his neck as Molly delivered a lecture on how knocking someone down and sitting on their chest was not appropriate behavior, no matter how paranoid Papa was about strangers, and yes, she knew her father encouraged her to be wary of strangers, but Vic was Molly's friend and totally not a Kree, or a Skrull, or a a Shi'ar, and so she had better apologize right now.
Rebecca thought about the ultimatum as she dangled in the air. "I'm very sorry I sat on Vic's chest," she said, and Molly put her down.
"That's better. Bobby, go pick out a book."
Rebecca made a squeal of protest. "But it's my turn to pick the book!"
"You should have thought about that earlier," Molly said primly. "Vic, could you get Jeff?" She shifted the baby on her hip.
"Sure." Process of elimination told him that Jeff had to be the Skrull looking one who, it turned out, was also very sticky. The source of the stickiness turned out to be a pocket full of gummy bears. They got everywhere.
Molly looked the little boy over as Victor picked at the sticky candies. "Somebody needs a bath," she announced. Somehow, she managed to maneuver Jeff out of his hands and Nate into them. "Think you can handle them while I get this fella cleaned up?"
"...sure."
***
Victor held the book Bobby had presented him with on his lap, Nate sitting next to him. He eyed the two six year olds as they settled at his feet. "Alright, amigos..." he said, "'The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another...'"
***
"See?" Molly said as she quietly shut the door to the nursery. "Didn't I tell you?"
"Yes, aside from the rabid paranoia and the pouncing," Victor said, picking a piece of pepperoni out of his hair, "and the food flinging. They're good kids."
Author:
fullmetal_cutePairing: Victor Mancha/Molly Hayes
Fandom: Runaways
Theme: 32. Storyteller
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Note: Set in my That Damn MPreg universe. Written for
nat_dimension and clayin, who both wanted to see Molly the Babysitter. Additional text from Where the Wild Things Are."If they're so easy to handle," Victor Mancha said as the elevator rocketed to the upper floors of the Avengers Tower, "why do you need me?"
Molly Hayes sighed expressively. "Because there are four of them, and four kids require more than one set of eyes. Besides, since when do I need an excuse to have you around?"
"I hope you'll excuse me if I worry about babysitting the heirs to the Skrull Empire."
Molly put a finger over his lips. "Don't ever talk about that," she said seriously. "Especially in front of Will."
Victor blinked. "Alright."
The elevator dinged open, and the two found Ted Altman waiting for them, taking up a lot of the hall.
"Molly! Just in time! Pizza money's by the phone, TV's broken, we're going to Kenya, if anything happens you know who to call. Hey Victor." He pushed past the two and into the elevator, waving a distracted goodbye as the doors closed.
"Is it like this every time?" Victor asked.
"Only during global crises." Molly went straight to the door at the end of the hall, with Victor at her heels. The door opened under her touch, and Victor suddenly found himself under scrutiny from three sets of eyes; one grey, one brown, and one the orangish-brown that Victor associated with Xavin.
Suddenly the owner of the brown eyes, a small boy with white-blond hair, launched himself at Molly and wrapped his arms around her legs. He began babbling at high speed about how happy he was to see her, and did she have any Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs, and it wasn't his fault the TV was broken no matter what Jeffy said and what did he know anyway he was a baby, before finally ending in a "Who's this?" as he eyed Victor.
"This is Vic," Molly said, untangling the boy from her legs. "Vic, this is Bobby."
"Hey,” Victor said.
The boy regarded him solemnly, and his siblings echoed the expression.
In another room, a baby started crying.
"Oh damn," Molly said, "That's Nate. Watch them!" She disappeared into what had to be the nursery, leaving Victor alone with three small children.
"Um. Hi."
***
He should have expected the super-strength. He should have, but he hadn't, and now he was flat on his back with a little girl sitting on his chest, studying him warily.
"You're not a Kree, are you?"
"No," Victor said, feeling worried about what might happen to anyone who was a Kree.
"Not Shar?" the Skrull looking boy asked.
"Shi'ar," the girl corrected.
"No," Victor said again.
"Skrull?" the little boy said hopefully, which earned him a light cuff upside the head from his older brother.
"Not all Skrulls are like Uncle Kl'rt." Bobby remonstrated.
"Not a Skrull, either. Can I get up, please?"
"Thinking about it," the girl said.
"Rebecca Sarah, you let him up!" Molly said as she charged into the room, the no longer crying Nate balanced on her hip. She grabbed the little girl and lifted her by the scruff of her neck.
Victor sat up, rubbing the back of his neck as Molly delivered a lecture on how knocking someone down and sitting on their chest was not appropriate behavior, no matter how paranoid Papa was about strangers, and yes, she knew her father encouraged her to be wary of strangers, but Vic was Molly's friend and totally not a Kree, or a Skrull, or a a Shi'ar, and so she had better apologize right now.
Rebecca thought about the ultimatum as she dangled in the air. "I'm very sorry I sat on Vic's chest," she said, and Molly put her down.
"That's better. Bobby, go pick out a book."
Rebecca made a squeal of protest. "But it's my turn to pick the book!"
"You should have thought about that earlier," Molly said primly. "Vic, could you get Jeff?" She shifted the baby on her hip.
"Sure." Process of elimination told him that Jeff had to be the Skrull looking one who, it turned out, was also very sticky. The source of the stickiness turned out to be a pocket full of gummy bears. They got everywhere.
Molly looked the little boy over as Victor picked at the sticky candies. "Somebody needs a bath," she announced. Somehow, she managed to maneuver Jeff out of his hands and Nate into them. "Think you can handle them while I get this fella cleaned up?"
"...sure."
***
Victor held the book Bobby had presented him with on his lap, Nate sitting next to him. He eyed the two six year olds as they settled at his feet. "Alright, amigos..." he said, "'The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another...'"
***
"See?" Molly said as she quietly shut the door to the nursery. "Didn't I tell you?"
"Yes, aside from the rabid paranoia and the pouncing," Victor said, picking a piece of pepperoni out of his hair, "and the food flinging. They're good kids."