A/N: Prompt submitted by Krikanalo.

11. Big Boy

Steve Rogers wasn't formidable looking. He was a sweet faced man who was quiet and shy. His body itself, however, was quite intimidating. Muscular arms, washboard abs, and everything well toned. Captain America was a big boy. It was therefore ironic that all Steve Rogers wanted to do was be Natasha Romanov's little boy.

12. Mommy

The first time he'd said it in a more public setting, he'd been afraid to.

They were at an art gallery, and he'd gotten a call from Fury. He knew she didn't have her pager on her because she'd left it on her desk at home and didn't want to be drawn away from the art by constantly checking it. A cluster of people had gathered around her as she observed a painting.

"Natasha." he called. The chatter was too loud. "Natasha!" He said a bit louder. He knew he couldn't use his Captain America voice without drawing attention to himself, so he'd gone up to the painting next to hers, which involved an expecting mother, and said, "Mommy."

This immediately grabbed her attention. The look in Steve's eyes said all she needed to know, and she headed out. She never expected to be a mother. She knew she would have just hated it if it had come at a bad time. She found it ironic that time had seemed to fit it in for her anyways.

Smiling, she got in her car and suited up.

13. Baby

When Steve was little and had been sick, his mother had always mollycoddled him and treated him like a baby. he'd hated feeling helpless and weak. When he'd been injected with the serum, he felt he'd become a man. He was strong, self-sufficient and was trained to fight. Now here he was, becoming a baby yet again.

He smirked at the thought. How ironic...

14. Birthday

It had been Tony who realized none of them knew Steve's birthday. He'd asked all of them to help him find out, and they'd all come up short, so Tony sulked in his room while Natasha went to see Steve.

"How did you get them to leave?" She asked. Steve, who was sitting on the balcony, smirked.

"Ten bucks." She smiled as she sat with him.

"So, just out of curiosity..."

"You already know it." He said, simply.

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows, and Steve sighed. "Promise you won't tell?"

Natasha shot him a look that only a mother could give. "July 4, 1922."

Of course he'd been born on the fourth of July. He was destined to become Captain America from the start. She laughed to herself at the irony.

15. God

Steve had grown up in an Irish-Catholic family that went to mass every Sunday, but never explained who God was. His understanding of God as a kid was little to none. He felt he couldn't do anything with God.

When he'd enlisted in the army, God had become a sense of normalcy. God was all he had. When he'd gone into the ice, It was God he'd been praying to. Now, stuck in a century he didn't understand away from the only Family he'd ever known, he felt he couldn't do anything without God.

His first day of being awake, He'd asked God for family. He hadn't expected it to come in the form of teammates. he especially didn't expect to get a new mother out of the deal.

God's sense of humor was ironic, indeed.

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