Characters: Natasha, Steve, Sophia Rogers, mentions of others
Warnings: fluffy after the sad
When: after phase one, maybe phase two, OR not specified
For: everyone because I'm seriously behind with this shit
Sophia couldn't say Dada. It wouldn't come out right. Steve tried valiantly to get her to say it. Alas, it came out as "dodd" or "doduh" or "donud" or even "dodododa," but never Dada.
She could say Mama like a pro. She could say uncle, and whenever Tony, Bruce, Clint or Thor came around, she always called them uncle. She could even aunt, which Jane and Pepper loved.
Tony and Pepper's son, Ben, could say Dada, which Tony loves to throw in Steve's face. Steve always ignored him, and Natasha was sure to leave him a present in the form of a used diaper in his bed every night. (She always told Pepper, too, so the other woman knew when to sta up late doing work.)
But one day, when Natasha was overseas with Bruce and Tony, Sophia said it. She was two years old, but she'd kept the habit of sleeping on Steve's chest since birth. Steve was talking to his amazing wife over the phone, and Sophia was playing with the buttons on his shirt.
"Hey, Ace?" Natasha says over the phone to Sophia. "Can you say Mama?"
"No," Sophia giggles.
"Oh, c'mon, Doll. Say Dada."
"No." She shakes her head.
He starts to tickle her stomach. "Say it, please!"
She screeches, "'op Dada! 'Op!"
Steve's fingers fall away from her sides.
"Steve? Did she just say it?" Natasha asks excitedly.
"Did I just hear Dada?" Bruce questions faintly from the other line.
Steve completely ignores them and asks, "say Dada again?"
Sophia grins hugely. "Ok, Dada."
Steve whoops for joy and swings her around like she's flying.