from a WIP by @janetm74 for Black Widow
Lucy bit her lip as she looked down on the sleeping form of John tightly wrapped around Scott.
It was a rare role reversal for the two boys, and one she cherished as such. Normally Scott would be the one doing the comforting, but those men had badly scared her five-year-old, and three-year-old John had immediately curled around Scott once she'd settled him on her bed.
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