The girls go quiet again, Rosalie lifting her book away from her face to watch the two men along with her sister.
Steve straightens fractionally at Clint's words, meeting the agent's eyes steadily. Something clicks into place, an internal surety that he had with Bucky when they first met, with the Commandos during the four-day walk back to the camp after his first real mission. Barton believes in him. There's no reservation there, no duplicity, and Steve intends to earn that belief.
"Momma's coming," Rosalie says, setting her book aside and wriggling deeper under the covers, as though she's been settled there all along. "I get to ask mine in the morning."
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Steve straightens fractionally at Clint's words, meeting the agent's eyes steadily. Something clicks into place, an internal surety that he had with Bucky when they first met, with the Commandos during the four-day walk back to the camp after his first real mission. Barton believes in him. There's no reservation there, no duplicity, and Steve intends to earn that belief.
"Momma's coming," Rosalie says, setting her book aside and wriggling deeper under the covers, as though she's been settled there all along. "I get to ask mine in the morning."