Steve keeps his eyes closed, his head tipped back and one hand on Clint's chest. The other one finally settling on Clint's thigh. Breathing and pulse so even and slow, even deep, they actually suggest sleep.

He's not asleep. He even listens to whatever is on the television. He can follow most of it.

"Of all the shit the serum changed with me, the only one I resent is not needing normal amounts of sleep. Used to be not being able to get drunk. That one I got over. This one was old about two weeks in."