Anya Antonovna Romanova Stark (anyastark) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2011-10-12 13:48:00

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Adventures in Babysitting (Misha)
Anya finally had a long weekend where she didn't have to be traveling somewhere in the world for Renaissance Tech and the Boston area had been quiet and didn't need Thunderbolts intervention. It meant that she had some time to head to New York and spend some time with the family. It felt like forever since she had spent some time with her family.

After a few days it was quite clear that Mom and Dad had their hands full with Nick and needed a break. Anya volunteered to babysit. Though she wasn't going to do it alone. Even she knew she would need backup so she called His Highness Prince Dork. Not only would he have her back, but it would give the three of them some quality sibling bonding time.

A day at the Bronx Zoo would provide just that.

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	mishaloganovich 2011-10-12 06:02 pm UTC (link)
	"Are you sure that's a yes? It kinda sounds like the 'follow the brunette!' to me." Misha obediently followed Anya. Nick continued babbling from his high seat. "I think the brunette had a bag of popcorn with her." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-10-12 06:46 pm UTC (link)
	Anya rolled her eyes. "Boys!" she said "Incorrigable!" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2011-10-12 07:09 pm UTC (link)
	"Normal!" Misha countered. He bumped her shoulder with his and Nick reached out to grab at her hair. "I bet Nick could help me meet girls if you weren't so bratty. C'mon, kid, we'll see the monkey house." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-10-12 07:42 pm UTC (link)
	"Ow ow ow!" Anya said when Nick grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. "Me? The brat is clearly the one riding on your shoulders." She carefully tried to pry her hair out of Nick's hand. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

mishaloganovich
2011-10-12 09:44 pm UTC (link)

"Don't blame the kid if he likes redheads." His teasing words aside, Misha stopped walking and stood close to Anya while she disentangled herself. There may have been flashes of light but he'd long since grown used to picture taking and didn't think about it.

"He's not a brat, but I'm sure we'll come up with a nickname for him soon enough. Did you have any thought where we're going to eat? Watching monkeys fling crap at the tourists always works up an appetite."

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	anyastark 2011-10-12 09:49 pm UTC (link)
	Anya lifted Nick off of Misha's shoulders and tickled him as she set him down on the ground. Fingers released red hair and Anya sighed with relief. "Should I be disturbed that you get hungry from watching monkeys throwing poo?" "Poo!" Nick echoed. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2011-10-12 10:04 pm UTC (link)
	Misha shouldered Nick's bag while Anya had him. Fair was fair when it came to hauling around baby and stuff. "I want to hear what Mom says when Nick says poo to her when she's trying to feed him." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-10-13 10:08 am UTC (link)
	"Poo!" Nick chirped. "You know, you keep saying it and he will do it when she's trying to feed him. Teaching him bad manners already. Tsk tsk." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2011-10-13 10:31 am UTC (link)
	"I intend to be far away in Westchester when that happens," Misha said, grinning. "It's better than some things he could be saying. Okay kiddo, tell Princess Brat you want to see the monkeys and then we go for hotdogs." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-10-13 10:50 am UTC (link)
	"'Key!" Nick exclaimed. Anya shook his head. "Okay. I know when I'm outnumbered. Let's go look at the monkeys, Little Monkey." She ruffled the fine dark curls on the top of Nick's head. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2011-10-13 11:11 am UTC (link)
	"Get used to it, Brat. You're outnumbered now. Life is sweet," Misha teased. He followed them to the primate house. Out of habit, he looked around to see if they were followed. "How are things going, anyway? I hear you've been busy." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

anyastark
2011-10-13 11:42 am UTC (link)

"We need more girls in this family," she said. There was also Eliza, but their half-sister wasn't on Earth enough to count. There was a part of Anya who envied Eliza for being able to roam among the stars.

Anya didn't bother to look around. She had grown up being followed and knew she was always followed. As long as there were no cameras flashing in her face and no microphones shoved in front of her mouth she was content to let them follow.

"Busy is an understatement. I've spent more time on a plane than I have on the ground. The company is taking off like a rocket and more and more people are interested in zero point energy. I may have to start looking into cloning myself just to keep up with it all," she joked.

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	mishaloganovich 2011-10-13 12:14 pm UTC (link)
	Being followed around was still a fairly new thing for Misha compared to his sister's life. He missed his anonymity. "No fair cloning yourself to outnumber us guys. Why don't you program one of those LMDs to take up some of the slack?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-10-13 12:36 pm UTC (link)
	Anya sighed. "Dad strictly forbade using the LMDs to take my place for anything." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2011-10-13 03:09 pm UTC (link)
	Misha offered Nick two fingers to grab while they walked. "You're actually following orders? Wait a sec - are /you/ the LMD?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-10-13 03:46 pm UTC (link)
	"Har har. Why don't you make yourself useful and go get us some lunch? Some french fries for the monkey here and a hot dog for me." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2011-10-13 04:04 pm UTC (link)
	"Fries for Monkey Boy and a hotdog for Princess Brat. I think I can remember all that. Where are you going to be?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-10-13 04:08 pm UTC (link)
	"Tell Brother Bear where we're going," Anya told Nick. "Key!" he said with a toothy grin. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2011-10-13 04:59 pm UTC (link)
	Misha handed Anya the baby's bag. "Go on and commune with the cousins. I'll be right back." He rubbed Nick's head for luck and left for the snack bar. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-10-13 05:01 pm UTC (link)
	Anya put the bag on her shoulder and walked with Nick to the primate house. She imitated the monkey's noises and in no time Nick was doing the same. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2011-10-13 05:34 pm UTC (link)
	Shortly loaded down with paper containers of food and bottles of water, Misha walked back through the primate area to find Nick imitating the monkeys pretty well. "You're a natural, Monkey Boy," he said, joining Anya and handing her the hotdog she ordered. "Did Sister teach you that? She's a natural too." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-10-13 06:00 pm UTC (link)
	"Our big brother is quite the comedian," she said as she took a fry, checked the temperature and then handed it to Nick. She took the hotdog from Misha. "Thanks Prince Dork." She smooched his cheek and then dug into the hotdog. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2011-10-13 06:23 pm UTC (link)
	"You're welcome, Princess Brat." Misha sat at a nearby bench with the rest of the food and pulled out his own hotdog. Nearby, Nick munched on his fry and stared at the chattering monkeys. "This was a good idea. Mom gets a break, we get to visit, and Nick gets some fresh air and learns the fine art of sibling banter from the experts." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-10-13 06:36 pm UTC (link)
	Anya nodded in agreement. "Yes. Of course it was. It was my idea." She grinned and then offered another fry to Nick. The kid had a large appetite for one his age. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

mishaloganovich
2011-10-13 07:20 pm UTC (link)

Nick's appetite didn't seem out of the ordinary to Misha. Food was food, and guys were guys, and it was never too early to gum your way through a plate of fries or suck the juices from a chunk of roast beef. At least that's how he remembered growing up.

"Still haven't developed that modesty gene, have you?" Misha teased. "Do you think he's learned to use a cell phone yet? I've been getting some weird calls lately and I swear he's on the other end grinning into the receiver."