Summary: It's Mother's Day and while Natasha may think nothing of it, the rest of the team obviously doesn't.

Natasha woke up to light streaming in her room and a dead silent Compound. As she blinked awake, she glanced at her clock to see what time it was only to discover it was almost ten.

She frowned, thinking back to the night before. She clearly remembered setting her alarm for eight in the morning. Although her clock didn't seem to be broken, it hadn't gone off. Nevertheless, she was awake now and running very, very late for the morning training. Sure, it was Sunday and they didn't normally have training, but she'd agreed to meet Steve for sparring at 9:30 AM.

After getting dressed quickly and nearly forgetting a hair tie, she ran down the hall and toward the training room. She threw open the door and ready to make an extreme apology, only to stop short when she noticed the training room was empty. She frowned and called out for Steve, but no one answered.

"FRIDAY, where's Steve?" she asked, looking around the training room just to make sure he really wasn't there.

"Captain Rogers left here ten minutes ago."

Natasha sighed, immediately feeling bad.

"You can find him in the—" FRIDAY suddenly went silent and Natasha frowned.

"FRIDAY?" she asked. FRIDAY didn't respond. "FRIDAY, you there?"

"Yes, Miss Romanov?"

Natasha asked where Steve was, but FRIDAY didn't reply. Now even more confused, she left the training room to find him herself. She'd have to remember to tell Tony that FRIDAY may have a glitch. Either that or the AI had been hacked, but it seemed rather strange the hacker would simply refuse to tell her where Steve was at.

She went to Steve's room first, figuring he'd be in there reading or something, but the room was empty. Walking around outside, she hoped to find someone but not a single person appeared. That made her start to worry. She was the only one in the Compound as far as she could tell. There weren't any missions; if there were, she would have been called in for it as well.

"FRIDAY, where is everyone?" she asked, standing in the hall of the residential area.

"You will find everyone in the third-floor conference room."

Natasha set off for the conference room, confused as to why the entire team would meet without her but determined to figure out what was going on.

Pushing open the door to the conference room, she expected to find everyone huddled around the table talking about some super-secret, anti-Natasha thing, but was entirely surprised to see the room covered in red and white streamers.

Suddenly, everyone jumped out from under the table and yelled. Natasha jumped back at the sudden change in the atmostphere, accidentally slamming the door behind her. Wanda threw confetti in the air, covering the ground around her in pink and white glitter and paper, while Sam and Rhodey blew loud kazoos.

"Happy Mother's Day!"

After their initial surprise attack, they stared at Natasha with wide grins.

"What?" she asked, trying to wipe the surprise off her face. It was too late, though, as everyone had already noticed.

"Happy Mother's Day!" Wanda repeated, giving a small shrug as she looked at Natasha happily.

"I'm not a mom," Natasha said slowly, looking at Steve then Tony for clarification. Tony shrugged.

"We've all collectively agreed you're the Team Mom," he told her. Natasha looked sceptical at the idea but Wanda nodded enthusiastically. "You're always cleaning up after us, reminding us to do the dishes or some other chore, and we even have a curfew."

"That's because we have to secure the Compound at some point," Natasha protested.

Tony didn't seem to hear her as he continued on. "Face it: you're the Team Mom."

Natasha looked at all of them, each one nodding in agreement with what Tony had said.

"Who came up with this idea?" she asked after a moment.

Everyone turned to look at Wanda who immediately shrunk. She tried to duck behind Steve but Natasha walked forward and pulled her into a hug.

"You're a little brat," she muttered, kissing the side of Wanda's head.

"You deserve it," Wanda said, happy Natasha wasn't mad at her. "Now come, we got you red velvet cake and Steve made pancakes because we know those are your favourite."

Wanda pulled Natasha toward the table where a whole array of food was laid out. Some of the glitter confetti had gotten on the cake, but Wanda brushed it off and served it anyway.

"To our Team Mom!" Tony declared, raising a bite of cake into the air for a toast.

Natasha rolled her eyes as they all toasted to her being the Team Mom. She'd be lying if she said she didn't ask FRIDAY for photos from the event and frame them in her room.