The boys had been extra clingy all day.

You could tell from the moment you woke up—Steve and Bucky were already curled up on either side of you, half-asleep but refusing to let go. Steve had his face tucked into your shoulder, arms locked around your waist like you might slip away, while Bucky had one metal arm slung across your stomach, his flesh hand curled tightly around your shirt.

“Good morning, my sweet boys,” you whispered, brushing their hair back.

Steve groaned softly. “No morning. Stay here, mama.”

Bucky nodded against you, murmuring, “Warm. Don’t wanna move.”

You smiled—your big, strong soldiers, reduced to needy little ones in your bed. They didn’t want Captain America or the Winter Soldier today. They just wanted their mama.