Steve is about as close as happy as a man could get. His friend survived surgery, he's in a good relationship, and has a place to call home complete with a family. He still needs to work out where life is taking him next. Who does he want to be until the world needs Cap again?

The question is coming from a healthier place now. While there will be days where he feels lost or is hurting over what he'll never get back, it's more good than bad now. The person he has to thank for that is of course popping in to remind him of bedtime.

Steve stops hitting the bag, holding it still on the off chance he does accidentally knock it across the room for the hundredth time. Life may be good, but sleep still doesn't come easy to him. The War, what happened on the Hellicarrier, and New York will never really leave him. Sometimes he worries his demons will set off Tony's so just maybe he ought to let him rest on his own. The recovery should knock him flat, right? Apparently not.

"I guess I did." He exhales audibly. It's pretty clear he's been at this for a long while to work up a sweat. "You're policing yourself now?" He smiles in amusement. "Keep this up and you won't need me for anything."