"You're the worst," Tony said, basically to the wind, as the Soldier disappeared into the shadows. He didn't even know how he did it when the moon was so bright and reflected on the water. It took just one glance towards the tent on Stark's behalf for him to leave and there was no getting him back.

Tony was absolutely not going to be calling him either.

Hell. No. He hissed against the wind and then stalked his way back towards the tent. He was surprised Rogers slept through all of that, but there that damned blond was, still passed out, breathing evenly, blankets bunched over one leg and dragging in the sand. Tony bent to cover him better and then dropped on his own cot, slipping JARVIS under his lumpy pillow.

He wouldn't be sleeping any more tonight, that was for sure.