"Nooo." Bucky whined softly, going back to his bed and crawling in to it. "We can fit." He mumbled, wiggling under the covers and tucking in as close to Daddy as he could manage, "See we can fit." He felt his Daddy moving before he heard him and winced. He didn't mean for that to happen.
Clint stirred as he felt Bucky wiggling and squirming in to his side. "Buck, what're you doin' up?" he asked softly, reaching to wrap his arm around the little boy, fingers brushing through his hair. It was a few more seconds before he opened his eyes, looking to Bucky for a minute before he followed the little boy's gaze and saw Maryanne standing there too.
"Mary?" he asked softly, trying not to sound too hopeful, "You're back?"