A/N: Prompt submitted by Krikanalo.

36. Team

The transition between Teammate and Mother wasn't always easy. Sometimes it was like activating a switch- simple and easy. Other times it was like climbing stairs- one step at a time. Most of the time it was Steve who determined how quickly she got out of it. Sometimes he would snap right out of it, and others he would get out slowly. But no matter which they were- Captain America and Black Widow or Mommy and Son, they were both a part of a team.

37. Like Toy Soldiers

Sometimes he held it in his hands. It was different from the Colt Revolver he had in the war. It was an automatic. It made him think about how different things were in this time. He was a soldier. Activated when needed, always following orders. He was cold in battle. He sometimes wondered if he had a heart- feeling torn apart from being lost in time. Sometimes he felt like he couldn't win. Then, he'd twirl the gun like he'd been taught and put it away, just taking a second to remember his roots. Then Natasha would come and take him in his room to play. He sat on the floor, thinking about how could collapse just as easily as any of the toy soldiers he played with.

38. Tower

When Tony activated the lights of Stark Tower at night, Steve loved to watch. Just seeing the thing light up was like magic. So when Steve had been particularly good one day, Natasha would go take him out to watch. Granted, he went every night, but it was always more special when Mommy watched it with him. It reminded him of his real mother in a way that made him feel warm inside. She was proud of him.

39. Patriot

Mommy always said he was patriotic, so she dressed him as such. Lots of Red and Blue and White clothes. When he felt patriotic, he'd listen to the songs of the nation in his era. It was like he was brought back to life when he sang the national anthem. It was just as ingrained in him as marching. It activated everything he'd been trained, and everything he tried to forget. But sometimes he could forget when Natasha was with him. He was Mommy's little soldier.

40. Plastic

He had his composure together during times he should have been falling apart. He had a team that needed him. Honestly, they wondered how he handled it. Natasha was the only one who knew that during their time together was when he cried inconsolably. No one knew that Captain America cried. No one knew that he got scared. He didn't have to keep his composure in front of Natasha- she understood him in that. So on days when he did cry, she didn't stop him. She let him cry himself out before cuddling him in her lap. He had a release- that was what mattered to her. It was her privilege to be a part of it.