A/N: Hey all! It's good to be back with another Baby Steve fic! It's one of my favorite plots! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I do!

Natasha awoke to the sounds of quiet sobs coming from the room. Opening heavy eyelids, she got up from the rocking chair she'd been sitting in and made her way to the oversized crib on the other side of the room. Even with little to no lighting she could see Steve's face crumpled into one of distress. She lowered the side bar of the crib and lifted him into her arms. It had gradually become easier for her to pick him up, and now she could do it with no trouble at all. She sat back in the rocking chair and lay him across her lap. He looked up at her, teary eyed and confused. She hushed him and ran a hand through his hair.

"It's alright, sweetheart. You just had a bad dream." She crooned. She rubbed his back in circles as she felt him bury his face in her chest and cry into it. He was shaking hard, and she could only assume that he had been dreaming about the ice. This would have made four nightmares in two days on the subject. She continued to rock him and hush him until his shaking had died down a little. He finally lifted his gaze to meet hers, and she was struck by the fear in his eyes. She cuddled him closer to her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked quietly. He shook his head no and took the pacifier from his mouth.

"Mommy," He whimpered, and she held him tighter.

"What, sweetheart? What is it?"

"Cold." He said, trying to burrow further into her.

"Do you want to put on some warmer pajamas?" She asked, and he nodded. The current ones he had on were navy blue with stars, but she knew they were thin and not very warm. She stood up and placed him on her hip as she opened the dresser drawer. A light-blue footed sleeper was at the top, and she found it perfect.

"Is this okay?" She asked, looking to him for an answer. He nodded. She went over to the changing table set up in the back of the room and began undressing him. She checked his diaper and found it to be soaked. She quickly went about changing it, knowing that that was part of the problem. Once she finished that, she put the footed sleeper on him one leg at a time. He was still sniffling when she went to put his arms in the sleeves. Looking at him with concern, she zipped him up, popped his pacifier back into his mouth, and handed him the two items she knew he couldn't be without for long: His blue blanket and Bucky, his small stuffed eagle. He took them both greedily and rubbed the blanket against his cheek while pressing the eagle to his chest. Natasha lifted him up.

"Better?" She asked, kissing his cheek. He nodded sheepishly, and she got the sensation that he wanted to say something but was too shy to ask. "Steve, what is it?" She asked, brushing the hair from his eyes. He hesitated a long moment before pulling the pacifier out.

"Ba ba." He said. Natasha inwardly smacked herself. Of course that was what he wanted. Warm milk would help him warm up and fall asleep.

"Let's go make you a ba ba then." She said, placing him on her left hip. She opened the door of his room, made her way down the hall, through the living room and into the kitchen. She flipped the light on and gingerly set him on the counter as she went about fixing his bottle. Once it was heating in the microwave, she focused on trying to make Steve smile again. He was looking at Bucky and his blanket. She took the opportunity to tickle his sides while he was occupied, earning a few giggles from him. She smiled when she saw the grin come back to his face.

"There's that smile I love so much." She said, tickling under his chin, earning another small laugh. The microwave beeped, and she went to get the bottle from inside of it. Screwing on the nipple, she tested it on her wrist to make sure it wasn't too hot before picking Steve up and taking him back to his room. She sat down on the rocking chair and hummed softly as he began to feed.

Steve drifted along into a place that was on the border between sleep and wakefulness as he suckled on the bottle. He could hear Mommy humming something soft and pretty into his ear and it made him relax further. He snuggled into her further and clung to her. Mommy would make the dreams stop. She always did. The ice couldn't get to him here. He was safe with Mommy. He was safe. He repeated the phrase over and over again as his sucking slowed and he drifted to sleep.

Natasha removed the nipple from his mouth, noting that he had drunk about half of the milk and had held him a few moments longer before placing him back into his crib. She raised the side bar and locked it into place, smiling a little when she saw Steve's thumb enter his mouth. She grabbed the pacifier from the rocking chair, gently removed his thumb from his mouth, and replaced it with his pacifier. When she was certain that he was alright and was asleep, she made her way to the rocker and went to fall asleep herself. She didn't go back to her own room because she knew it was a moot point. Steve had been waking up with nightmares for the past four nights in a row at least two to three times a night- sometimes more. She saved herself the trip and got in more sleep when she stayed in his room. The anniversary of his going into the ice was coming in less than a week, and she knew he was frightened. He was terrified of going back into the ice- more than he ever let on, she knew. And if it took her being there with him during odd hours of the night to ease his fears even a little, then she'd do it. Sighing, and with a feeling of warmth in her stomach, she lay her head back on the rocker and fell into sweet sleep.

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