Bucky cuddled in to Clint's side and held on to his shirt, curling up as small as he could. He didn't mean to wake his daddy up. He just wanted mommy home and thought maybe if they could all cuddle together it would be fixed.
Clint didn't move much, even though he felt Bucky curling in tighter. He couldn't take his eyes off Maryanne, just to make sure she was really there. And if she wasn't, he wanted the dream to last as long as he could make it.
When he saw her start to cry he gently encouraged Bucky to tuck his face in to his own chest, he didn't want their boy to get scared and he knew Maryanne wouldn't want him to see that. "Never wanted you to go." he admit, "Just didn't want to chase you in case it was what you needed." He kept his voice low but reached over with his free hand to pull the blankets back on the bed, making a space for her on the other side of Bucky. "Might need you to climb up buddy." he told the little boy, "Gotta make sure there's room for the kittens."
"Okay" Bucky whispered, still nervous that he'd been bad and hoping Mommy would lay down with them as he crawled in to Daddy's lap and lay across his chest.