Steve nods at Tony. Unlike him Steve can't take sedatives as they wear off too fast for him. "Thanks. Uh...good night then. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you want it. ". He stands and moves to the bedroom shutting the door behind him. He brushes his teeth and gets ready for bed. It's a good 45 minutes though before he actually falls asleep as his mind is focused on the man currently in the living room. He's still not sure where they stand but he thinks it's better than where they were.

Sleep is thankfully dreamless at first. It's not until after 2am they begin to turn dark. First he starts jerking slightly. Visions of Bucky falling from the train filling his mind. Then it's Tony and Bucky both fighting in Siberia because he's been unable to stop them. He's crying now. Tears on the pillow as he cries out for both men to stop. The listen. Then they are dead lying there looking up at him with lifeless eyes. Then he's rocking on the ground holding Bucky while dead Tony yells at him for letting them both die. He tells him he's useless. Unnecessary. Worthless. Everything special about him came out of a bottle. That it would be better if he stayed buried in the ice. They'd all still be alive if he wasn't there.