Leap of Faith
"How the hell do we do this?"
"No idea."
Bucky and Clint stared at the three-year-old boy curled up in his new bed. It looked far too big for him, but the clerk in the store had assured them it was the standard size, and they'd used all the pieces when building it - maybe he was just small, then. What if he was too small to be healthy?
Shaking his head, Clint whispered, "Remember when we looked after Dani, and we told Jess and Luke we'd never adopt?"
In the dark, Bucky rolled his eyes. "I think a three-year-old's a bit easier to look after than a toddler."
"No gross baby food, sure. But what if we -"
"Hey. Nope." Bucky placed a metal finger over Clint's lips. "We've done all that," he reminded him. "Now Toby's actually here and we agreed: take it all as it comes. Day by day process. Right?"
Clint sighed. "Right, yeah, I know, it's just…" He turned back to Toby, a tiny lump at the top of his blankets. "You know what it's like being orphaned, Buck, but did you ever hear the horror stories?" Looking up to see Bucky shake his head, he continued, "Some kids were more miserable after leaving the home than they were in it. I don't want him to feel like that, but… my dad wasn't exactly -"
"Don't you dare go thinking you are anything like your father Clint," Bucky growled. He pulled Clint to him, squeezing meaningfully. "Did you see the way his face lit up when he saw all these toys? How he wanted to know everything you could tell him about being in the circus? And that he went to bed when you told him to even though he wanted to stay up?"
"I bribed him with ice cream."
"Your dad ever bribe you with ice cream?" Clint gave him a flat look, but Bucky just kissed him sweetly. "I know we were scared after Dani, but with how well our first day together went, I can honestly see us bringing up this kid right." He smiled. "And I wouldn't want to do it with anybody else."
Ducking his head, Clint's gaze slid back to Toby. He had been abundantly happy today… and Clint was aware that there would be days when it seemed like they were being shitty parents, but the simple fact that they were now actually parents was enough to make him want to do his best by their son (holy shit), so he leaned into Bucky's hold and nodded gently. "I guess," he murmured. "And I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else either."
Bucky hummed happily, resting his head against Clint's. They stood there for a moment longer, watching Toby sleep, before Clint decided they were being creepy and pulled Bucky out of the room. "Hey - you want some ice cream?"
Eyeing him suspiciously, Bucky asked, "Why?"
"Because I want you, and ice cream is a great bribery tool."
Snorting, Bucky shook his head. "Like you even needed to bribe me for sex."
"Okay I lied. It's the ice cream I want."
Bucky kissed him suddenly, deep and dirty and right outside their son's (holy. Shit!) bedroom - "So which one do you want first?"
Of course Clint would choose both at the same time. Luckily, Toby never heard a thing.
AN: Prompt: "Winterhawk adopting a kid. make it as fluffy as you want just make me not hurt anymore"
