Peggy laughed at her boys and took Bucky's hand in her own, pressing a kiss to his rough knuckles before leading him towards the bed. "You know, being compared to the Mona Lisa is actually quite nice..." she said, climbing on to the bed and dropping a kiss between Steve's shoulder blades tenderly.
The big baby on the bed, as she would want to call him, was definitely growing impatient. "The more you whine, Rogers, the slower this becomes. I don't believe that you're in charge of the pace, are you?" she said, straddling the back of his thighs, turning to Bucky. "Is he, Barnes?"