Carefully she eased into the bed, snuggling up close to Bucky. Her hand settling against their boy's back. It didn't matter that the bed was small, what mattered was that they were in it, together. And she was content. Her soft toes lightly stroked over Clint's. And her heart sang. "I love you. So much. You make everything worth..." Her life was no longer day to day. Hour to hour. Minute by minute. It had meaning. Worth.