They looked similar enough to be siblings. All of them were small, skinny, with blond hair and narrow faces. They looked… familiar, looked like… like… Steve Rogers, he thought, but that was absurd. Rogers – Captain America – had been 200 pounds of deadly muscle, nothing at all like these frail little kids.
His head spun dizzily.
Adult, post-WS, kid!fic. The Winter Soldier herding a whole bunch of little Steve clones – this should be utterly ridiculous, instead it hits you right in the feels.