Maryanne had been about to explain that it wasn't that they wouldn't all fit in his bed. It was about not disturbing the man in it, while she read to him. But all intent slipped away at Clint stirred. She went completely still, not even daring to breathe as he questioned Bucky.
Her eyes widened like a deer in headlights when his gaze found her. She hadn't intended on waking him up. Hadn't meant for him to even know she was there. Her intent was to read Bucky his book, wait until he was asleep, and slip back out the way she came.
And until he questioned whether she was back or not, she was tempted to bolt. But the hopeful tone, even the question itself, broke something inside her. Her lip quivered, and tears she'd held at bay for what seemed like forever spilled over her cheeks. "If you'll have me." She whispered.