To say Marlena and Wanda were exhausted was quite the understatement. The two had only taken care of Clint's three kids twice before, but even now they knew how much of a handful they could be, especially Cooper and Lila. The two were so rambunctious, which was far from the word Marlena and Wanda would have used to describe them when they first arrived. Nathan, who should have posed more of a threat to the girls' sanity, was calm compared to Cooper and Lila, and he had spent majority of the day throwing items at Wanda, yanking both hers and Marlena's hair, spitting up on their clothes, and screaming.

Marlena let out an exasperated sigh and plopped down onto the couch, closing her eyes as she leaned her head back against the armrest. She could still hear Cooper and Lila running around upstairs, as well as Wanda yelling at them to calm down while tending to a screaming Nathan. Bucky, being the smart human that he was, had locked himself in Marlena's room to keep the kids away from him, and in doing so he had locked Marlena out as well. He wanted no part in the disaster taking place unless it was a disaster being enacted by his own kids, which he was sure wouldn't appear for a few years or so.

Cooper's and Lila's footsteps only seemed to get closer and closer, as well as louder and louder, which worsened the stress headache Marlena was already suffering from. For the past three hours they had been running around, harassing Marlena and Wanda in ways that didn't seem possible for a six year old and a nine year old. They had started a flour fight with Wanda earlier after asking her very nicely if she would help them make cookies the way their mom did; they had decided to use the finger paint Laura had bought Lila to throw at the girls, which always ended in Wanda and Marlena protecting themselves with their energy shields, which then endorsed the act of them throwing very random items at the two just to see them using their abilities. Levi had been right from the start: Cooper and Lila were devilish children, only they played the part of angels whenever their parents were around. It seemed as if the two were being extra devilish this go around, however.

"Marlena!" Lila exclaimed, eliciting a groan from the girl. "Cooper broke the bathtub faucet in the bathroom upstairs. There's water everywhere."

Marlena opened her eyes and looked at the two children standing over her, her brows raised. "If this is some stupid prank, I'm going to hang you both from your bedroom windows where you'll stay until your parents come home."

Cooper let out a sigh and grabbed Marlena by the wrist in an attempt to pull her from the couch. "She isn't lying, but I swear I didn't mean to."

"Marlena!" Wanda called from upstairs. "There's a situation—a very wet one!"

Marlena let out a groan and stood up from the couch, wasting not time at all in running up the stairs. She ran down the hallway, nearly slipping and falling on the small puddle of water slowly sneaking its way out of the bathroom at the end of the hall. Wanda stood outside the closed door, holding Nathan tightly in her arms. She looked at Marlena with wide green eyes and let out a breath, while Marlena neared the door, already aggravated that her socks were wet.

"These demons make me never wanna have kids," Marlena grumbled as she threw the bathroom door open.

Almost immediately, she was met with a horrible sight, one that was sure to anger Clint and definitely Laura. The bathtub was overflowing with water, soaking everything in its path. The handle for the cold water was broken off, which was most likely why Cooper and Lila couldn't turn the water off in the first place. Marlena doubted she would even be able to, but she would have to try.

"How did you manage to break the handle, Cooper?" Marlena questioned him as she ventured further into the bathroom, nearly slipping in the process.

Cooper shrugged but remained outside the doorway. "It was loose anyway. Dad always says he's gonna come home and fix everything, but he never does. He's too busy smoochin' mom to do anything."

Marlena rolled her eyes and continued towards the bathtub. She wondered why they had decided to plug the tub considering the amount of water, but she couldn't help but feel as if it had been done on purpose. She let out a breath and leaned over the side of the tub to stick her hand into the cold water, more than ready to find the plug and pull it out. It wasn't until she heard a laugh and felt a light push to her shoulder that she regretted her actions.

In seconds, her body was engulfed with the cold water, and it didn't take her long to realize what had just happened. One of Clint's demon children had pushed her in the tub, and she was more than angry because of it.

Marlena shot out of the water and took a deep breath, focusing her vision on the laughing children in front of her. Her lip twitched in anger and she yanked the plug out, effectively beginning the draining process inside the tub.

"Need some help, Mar?" Cooper snickered, covering his mouth.

His words only seemed to make Marlena angrier, and so she stood up. She got out of the tub, her hands on her hips as she looked at the two kids in front of her, both of whom were beginning to notice that Marlena was done playing their games. It was either the angered expression on her face that game them insight, or the bright blue that appeared in her irises whenever she was angry.

"I am so tired of putting up with you two," Marlena exclaimed loudly. "I don't want to see either of you until your parents get home, so please do me a favor and go to your rooms before I put you there myself. And trust me. . .you really don't want me to do that."

Cooper and Lila ran out of the bathroom without another word, Marlena let out a breath and ran a hand through her sopping wet hair before heading out of the bathroom and back into the hall, where Wanda still stood with Nathan.

"Why don't you go get changed and I will figure out some way to shut the water off so I can clean all of this up?" Wanda offered with an apologetic smile.

Marlena simply nodded and removed Nathan from her arms so she could get to work, though she held the baby in front of her to prevent him from getting wet. She carried Nathan down the hall and to her bedroom door, stopping only so she could knock. . .with her foot.

"Bucky, open the damn door," Marlena instructed after delivering several unanswered knocks to the door.

Footsteps could be heard seconds later, and before long the door was opening to reveal Bucky. His expression changed as he took in Marlena's appearance, but he wasn't even given the chance to question her about it before she placed Nathan in his arms and headed into the room, trailing water over the carpeted floor.

"What the hell am I doing with this child?" Bucky asked as he kicked the door shut and headed back over to the bed. "And why are you all wet?"

"Because those demons pushed me into a bathtub filled with freezing cold water," Marlena grumbled as she pulled her wet clothes off of her body, only leaving her bra and underwear on so she wasn't completely bare.

Bucky snickered in response to her words, which earned him a glare from the already-agitated female.

"I can assure you that it's not funny," Marlena said, aggressively yanking one of Bucky's hoodies from her dresser, as well as a pair of spandex shorts. "I'm pissed off, I wanna go to sleep, and I want to go home. If my children turn out like those satanic beings, I swear I am going to slit both of their throats."

"To be honest, if I was your child I'd be absolutely terrified to misbehave the way Clint's do," Bucky said, his gaze on Nathan as the infant began to fall asleep in his arms.

Marlena moved to the corner to change her undergarments before heading back out into the open to change into the rest of her clothes. "Knowing you, you'd encourage that type of behavior, but if that proves to be the case then I really will make you sleep outside."

"I've slept in worse," Bucky shrugged as he rocked Nathan back and forth.

Marlena rolled her eyes and pulled Bucky's hoodie over her head. "Thanks for making me feel like an asshole."

Bucky didn't have the chance to respond before Marlena's phone rang from the bedside table. Bucky simply grabbed and threw it at her, which she failed at catching. It hit the carpeted floor with a light thud, and Marlena gave Bucky a dirty look before picking it up.

"Hurry up and answer that," Bucky instructed her. "I don't want the ringing to wake up Nathan."

"Whatever, dad," she grumbled before answering the phone. "Hello?"

"My little sunbeam! How are you?" Tony's loud voice came through her speaker, startling her slightly.

Marlena let out a sigh and sat down on the floor, leaning back against the wall. "I'm good. Why are you calling me, Tony? You never call me."

"Can a man not call to see how his Clair de Lune is?" Tony defended with a nervous laugh.

"Your excessive use of nicknames gives you away," Marlena chuckled. "What's wrong?"

"Okay, well, we have a problem," he said slowly.

Marlena raised a brow. "What kind of problem? Does it have to do with Pietro?"

Bucky looked over at her with a questioning look on his face, but she simply waved him off and continued listening to what Tony had to say.

"It's not about Pietro, though I really wish it was," Tony sighed, "It's about Barnes."

"What about Barnes?" Marlena asked, growing slightly agitated. Bucky could only sit and listen to her from his spot on the bed.

"General Ross knew Barnes was put in cryostasis, though he wasn't sure where—he still isn't. He knows he's out, though, and that makes him very uncomfortable given everything that's happened with the Winter Soldier and him relapsing and all. He told me he was ready to begin the hunt for him so he could finally arrest him, which frightened me, so I offered up an ultimatum."

"And your ultimatum was?"

Tony let out a nervous breath before continuing. "I told him I could get Barnes to turn himself—"

"Tony Stark, I swear I'm getting sick of you!" Marlena exclaimed before he could even finish his sentence.

"Just let me talk, asshat," Tony grumbled. "Barnes is going to turn himself in, and Ross said if he did he would allow him the opportunity to stand trial for what he's done; if he doesn't turn himself in, however, and he finds him, then you, Wanda, and Clint's family are screwed along with him—no trial, no nothing, just prison."

Marlena groaned and stood up, running a hand through her wet hair. "Really? A trial? Ross is only agreeing to that because he knows no jury is going to let him be free."

Bucky's eyes widened slightly as he listened to her words, and he frowned, which caught Marlena's attention. She walked over to the bed and sat down beside him, resting her head on his shoulder in a comforting manner.

"You don't think I know that?" Tony scoffed. "But I have more tricks up my sleeve than Ross thinks. I already have a bomb ass lawyer for him, and then I have you and Wanda."

"How do the two of us play into this?"

"You'll be witnesses—you'll testify for him," Tony said.

"But we're technically not witnesses," Marlena retorted. "I can't account for anything that happened seventy years ago. Wanna know why? Because I wasn't born yet. And I couldn't be a witness anyway; I'm romantically involved. That's bias."

"Don't worry about that; Ross just needs evidence that Barnes isn't a threat. And technically you are a witness. You have everything in that little mind of yours necessary to be a witness; all you gotta do is look inside that pretty little head of his," Tony told her. "But that's not all I need from you two. You two are the secret weapon—the weapon that will be used to influence the jury's decision to let him be free."

Marlena glanced up at Bucky before looking back down at the floor. "How do you expect us to do that?"

"By using your abilities to make them feel the hell he went through, some of which you yourself went through by the way," Tony explained. "Make them feel the fall, the pain of losing his arm, the numbing cold as he lay in the snow for hours before finally being taken away, the pain of having his arm surgically removed for the metal one, the pain of being electrocuted over and over again—all of it. All you have to do is delve into his mind for it all; it's gonna be hard to experience all of that, but if you wanna help him, you have no choice but to do it."

"Okay," Marlena said, swallowing the growing lump in her throat. "I'll do it. I'll talk to Wanda about it later, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind at all."

"Good. By the way, Pietro is doing great; he's making wonderful progress," Tony chimed.

Marlena let out a soft chuckle. "Thank you, Tony."

"Just remember: Washington Metropolitan PD in a week! If he turns himself in, they'll turn him right over to the CIA, to which Ross will be all overimmediately."

"So much stress," Marlena murmured. "I'll see you soon, Tony."

"You will indeed," Tony responded before hanging up the phone.

Marlena groaned and tossed her phone back onto the mattress, running a hand over her face after she did so.

"So. . .a trial, huh?" Bucky asked after several seconds of silence.

Marlena looked over at him, placing her head on his shoulder once more. "Me and Wanda. . .we have a lot of work to do, my friend."