As Clint had wisely gone to bed himself, Bucky would have to do a lot of searching to find his compatriot in depression. Tony was no where in the four buildings surrounding the little square that Steve had started to clean out for their use. Luckily, the lights in the higher windows of the skiff were glowing a blazing gold in the darkness and gave Stark's position away.

He was two hours into his self taught language classes and when Bucky arrived, the engineer looked up in mild surprise.

"I was pretty sure you were going to be down and out," he said, not really knowing or caring that Bucky had once been a boxer. He himself dabbled. Poorly. He tried too hard to get the upper hand and too hard to out think his opponent rather than feel it. That was why Happy had stopped trying to get Tony to win and mostly get him to stay in shape. Hand to hand combat would never be his forte. "Or a little...uh...drooly for the rest of your life. Guess this is the one case where downing the aspirin bottle was actually worth it?"