He'd stayed in the penthouse until the small hours of the morning, talking things over with Tony. It had been exhausting, but good, and he thinks they've made some progress. He'd been feeling good about things when he left and came back to the room he and Bucky had taken, and it was a pleasant surprise to see Bucky's note in the little kitchenette before he'd turned in.

But a professional lifetime of early rising means his internal clock goes off even though he's only snatched a few hours of sleep. He lies in the soft hotel bed a few moments longer, until he hears someone moving around in the main part of the suite, then pushes the covers back.

When he wanders in, wearing sleep pants and a t-shirt, his hair mussed and eyes tired, he's smiling, crooked and warm. "You guys sleep okay?"