A soft chuckle chuffed in her chest as he smoothed his hair back down. His giggles melted away any of the blues that might have been creeping in. Carefully she took the clothes into her mouth, and moved into his closet. Not that modesty was a huge thing in their house, but she didn't want the sounds of her shifting to disturb him. There was no quiet way to go about doing it though.
Maryanne did manage to bite back any sounds of pain as her body shifted and contorted back into it's usual shape. And when she stepped out she was in the clothes he'd brought for her. The tee tight over her belly, the short were only pulled up just beneath. She felt like a house, even more so now than she had, but she'd never let on.
Knowing it would make Bucky happy she lifted the collar to her nose and inhaled. Her heart, and stomach, did the little flop thing it did whenever she caught little whiffs of Clint's smell. Even if it was a little more painful than usual. "Dad's favorite shirt. I bet you had to be extra sneaky to get this out without waking him up."