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It wasn't Rey's first time turning little, but it was the first time since she'd found everything out about herself, and today was… a lot. Not bad. But a lot. She was in such a different place now, and she wasn't used to that mindset anymore, which had made the change back feel a little jarring. And she missed her parents.

It didn't help that she still had to undo some things from the weekend. For instance, her tiny self had gotten into the huge pantry and put together a little go bag in case it was needed, and now her adult self got to put it all back. At the same time, it was a shame it wasn't a bigger project to keep her occupied. She'd go slow.

[For one!]

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Well, it wasn't like Steve could blame Mr. Jarvis for how he'd blocked off the kitchen and the elevators to him and Tony--not after Tony had tried to disable the security measures with a screwdriver and a sledgehammer. (Steve didn't even know how to use a sledgehammer. Tony was a very impressive kid.) And it was kind of reassuring how that blaring alarm went off when he was about to eat something he was allergic to (he didn't even know what soy was), but.

But.

But Tony had gotten really into this pillow fort. It had stairs inside it, and space for all the dogs! And a kitchen! Steve had definitely not helped enough with this.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" he asked.