krikanalo: Thank you! And if it's from a movie, I don't know what it's from! Ah well, I hope you enjoy this final chapter!

As Steve slept, a sinister plan had been put in motion.

At the head of this plan was a man named Robert Ingball. He was a master technician, psychologist, and chemist. He had been a part of the company that worked to produce the first batch of Super Soldier Serum, but was fired for leaking secrets to hostile forces. So he'd gone on and gotten several degrees before returning to the serum and perfecting it. The combination produced deadly results in most cases, and this one was no different.

The child wasn't going to live much longer. They were going to kidnap him, gather his DNA, and make a Captain America clone to fight the others. While they fought his henchmen were going to gather the DNA of the others. Then, the Super Soldier Serum perfected, would make exact clones of all of them, enhanced with the serum to stabilize them and get them to peak physical condition, and having his clones kill the Avengers and having his clones take over, thereby ruining the name of the group that dared try take him down and by default destroying the earth.

It was the brilliance such as this that made the world a dangerous place. For now though, he stuck to phase one of his plan. He had his helicopter placed strategically in the one blind spot Stark Tower had on the outside. One of Ingballs henchmen changed the matter of Steve's window to a fluid like substance and stood at the edge of the window, prepared to strike. The man reached through and grabbed Steve, who was too sleep addled to understand what was happening. Fortunately, JARVIS raised the alarm for him.

Natasha bolted to Steve's room, frantic and overwhelmed. The singular thought kept repeating itself over and over again like a broken record.

"No one hurts my baby and gets away with it."

She didn't have time to register the thought as she bolted into the room to see him being taken through a window. Frantically, she jumped for him, and only succeeded in pulling off his tiny sneaker. Her fury was unparalleled, and without thinking she leapt from the window, latching onto the helicopter ladder and following the kidnappers to their hideout undetected.

The hideout wasn't a hideout at all. It was a tiny wooden shack at the edge of the city, with rickety doors and a filthy dirt floor. Steve was thrown onto the floor and gave a wail as he hit it with a smack. Why was he here? He didn't have time to ponder the question because a hair was plucked from his head, earning a wince from the child. No one spoke to him, so he curled up, put his hands over his ears and tried to sleep.

While she was suspended ten thousand feet in the air, Natasha contemplated her earlier thought. Did she really think of him as her baby? After a few more minutes of contemplating it, she admitted to herself that yes, she did. After such a short time, Steve Rogers had become hers. She was surprised at that. She never thought of herself as a mother, but to think of herself as having a child somehow seemed slightly more foreign. She jumped down and landed silently on the roof as the helicopter hovered overhead. She snuck in through a tiny window. She saw Steve in the corner and although she wanted desperately to see that he was alright, she had to take down his kidnappers. With rage making her already expert moves perfect in aim, She shot a bullet through the machine they were using and started her fight. While taking down one of the scientists, Dr. Ingball got out the ray gun that was used on Steve in the first place. He shot at Natasha and missed, but the ray hit Steve dead on, knocking him unconscious.

"DON'T YOU TOUCH MY BABY!" She shrieked.

Natasha was beyond furious. She kick flipped into the good Doctor's stomach and used it as leverage to backflip over the others. With a few good, solid kicks to the head, only Dr. Ingball was left. He was a man of science, not one of fighting skills, so he quickly backed into the corner.

If ever he had a time to regret his decision, this was it. With a swift blow to the head, the doctor was knocked out.

Immediately Natasha bolted over to Steve.

"Steve, honey, can you hear me?" She asked, using the soft voice she reserved only for him. When she didn't get a response, she carried him out of the building with him cradled tightly to her chest.

Upon arrival at Stark Tower, Natasha ignored the concerns, questions, and comments of her fellow avengers and took Steve straight to his bed. The endless worry inside her stomach threatened to swallow her whole, and she teemed with guilt over leaving Steve alone. It was Clint who finally asked what was bothering her so much, and it was he she finally told.

"Geez, Tasha, that's what you're worrying about?" He said when she'd finished, "You saved him and all of us back there. The only thing you should be worrying about right now is helping get Steve back to normal."

There was a part of her locked away deep inside that didn't want him to be normal again. She had embraced motherhood for everything it was worth, and she didn't want to lose that. She didn't want to lose her baby.

Fate, however, had decided to resolve the issue. The blast from the ray had brought back Captain America, with fully restored health. The night he came back the tower was alive with celebration and "welcome back" music. Steve and Natasha, however, felt alienated.

They didn't get a chance to talk about it until two weeks later. Natasha was sitting outside on the balcony, looking at the stars. She felt a presence behind her, and instantly knew it was Steve.

"Hey Cap." She said quietly.

"Can I talk to you?" he asked, feeling shy.

"Sure." She knew this was coming, but she didn't dread it.

"I remember everything," He began. Before she could speak, he stopped her. "And I can't thank you enough for what you did for me." She wasn't expecting that, and paused. He took the opportunity to continue. "You helped me through my darkest days and took me in as your own when I needed a Mom. It was above and beyond the call of duty. I just wish I knew how to thank you."

"We're a team, Steve. We protect each other." She said, making it seem like nothing.

"You did more than that, Natasha. You let me call you 'Mommy', You saved me from getting kidnapped..." He paused, unsure of how to say the next phrase, "... And you called me your baby."

Natasha's head snapped up. "You heard that?"

Steve nodded. "Right before I blacked out."

"Steve, I-" Natasha began but was cut off by Steve yet again.

"I know you felt the same way I did." He said, quietly. "I know you didn't want it to end. I didn't either. You gave me the childhood I never had. And after not having a mother for over seventy years..." He trailed off, the thought giving him a thick throat, "It was nice to have a Mommy." He finished quietly, looking down.

Seeing Steve's inner child come out let loose something inside Natasha. She went over and knelt down next to him.

"Steve," She said quietly, "Just because you're older now doesn't mean I can't be your Mommy." Steve looked up, and she went on, "You still need guidance, just not in the same way as before. That's what Mother's do- they guide. I'd be happy to help you adjust to this century and get used to things. While it's true things won't be the same as before, it doesn't mean I can't help you in all the ways I can. It doesn't have to end."

Steve nodded, not looking at her.

"Besides," She added, "I did technically adopt you."

"Does that mean I can still call you... y'know..." Steve kept his eyes to the floor, his face beet red.

"In private? Yes, absolutely. That's for my benefit too, you know." He nodded, still not looking at her. Natasha knew he was leaving something out.

"Steve," She said in her gentle voice, "Is there something you're not telling me?"

"I just... Do you still think of me as your baby?" He asked. Natasha pondered that for a minute before answering.

"When I see Captain America, I see a strong leader who knows exactly what to do and how to call the shots. When I see Steve Rogers, I see my baby." She said, quiet. It was a tough thing for her to admit, but she had to get closure somehow. Steve blushed at the omission, and asked the other question on his mind.

"Do you want your baby back?"

Natasha looked at him in surprise. "Neither of us wanted it to end, did we? I suppose that's all the answer we need."

"I-I still... want to... be..." Natasha thought Steve's face couldn't have been redder.

Boy was she wrong.

The instinct took her over, and she hushed him quietly, stroking his hair and pulling her chair beside his. Slowly, Steve set his head on her shoulder and his thumb entered his mouth.

"You can be whatever you want, Steve. Like I said before, I'll be whatever you need me to be."

With a contented sigh, Steve whispered, "Thank you... Mommy."

The word made Natasha smile, as she replied, "Anytime, honey. Anytime."

A/N: Oh my! The end of another story! I wanted to know if any of you would like to see a sequel of Mother/Son drabbles between Steve and Natasha. Leave a review and let me know! Thank you very much to krikanalo for your constant reviews! I hope you all enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! I love you guys!