Two normal people, probably, but under the weight of two super-soldiers, it does creak a little. He isn't worried, everything seems to be made a little sturdier in Wakanda.

He settles into the familiar yet unfamiliar weight of Steve's arm draped across his shoulders. It's been a long time, but instincts and memories win out, and little by little he relaxes.

The body heat is nice, even if he already seems a little overheated, but it's likely just a fever burning it'self out. At least he can take comfort in knowing that his body should recover quicker than most. "Yeah. So where's my story?"