Maryanne was all smiles the moment Nina peered in. "I'm good, actually." Her own tones hushed. Nodding toward her sleeping husband. One of the three sprawled over his chest snoozing away, another in one of the bassinets close at hand. The third settled on the bed, cradled in her lap while he seemed content to wave his arms just over his head.
"I'm actually starving. I haven't had the heart to ask him to go anywhere." She looked over at Clint again. If she could stay in this little haven, she would. Though she was beginning to miss Bucky and Timmy.