[It was not entirely surprising how easily they were both soothed under Steve's touch, and his nose nuzzled his mate's cheek. He was skeptical of the adoption story given how little he had been seen the last few months, though as if anyone would consider the possibility that either one of them was biologically sound enough to have a family.

He huffed softly, one hand shifting between them to settle over Steve's to follow the stroking motions with his own.] And where would you adopt a newborn? Say you found her on the beach?

[His growl cut off in a soft squeak of indignity. He was a predator of the sea and land, the ultimate killer across the planet! Four babies would... well, if they looked like Steve, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.] You are pushing your luck, Rogers. What are we going to do with a school of babies?