Tony didn't get much sleep. He never got much sleep. The point he had about holding onto the armor wasn't so much for comfort as for rigidity. It helped him to keep from slouching. And the cold was good on his ribs.
The trouble wasn't his choice of cuddle partners. It was his nightmares.
Tony yelped awake in less than an hour and held his head in one hand before he went back to work, gazing at Steve curled up in the corner.
He draped the blanket that he had been using over the soldier and finished up what he was doing. He'd be ready by morning to spy on the Mandarin.
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Tony didn't get much sleep. He never got much sleep. The point he had about holding onto the armor wasn't so much for comfort as for rigidity. It helped him to keep from slouching. And the cold was good on his ribs.
The trouble wasn't his choice of cuddle partners. It was his nightmares.
Tony yelped awake in less than an hour and held his head in one hand before he went back to work, gazing at Steve curled up in the corner.
He draped the blanket that he had been using over the soldier and finished up what he was doing. He'd be ready by morning to spy on the Mandarin.
At least that was his goal.