After she fell asleep, I didn't let go.
She remained curled into my side and the door creaked open, revealing Steve.
He looked guilty when he saw Ashlyn, "She fell asleep?"
I shook my head, "No, she cried herself to sleep Steve. I'm sure there's a fine line between the two," I informed him.
Steve's face changed into an even guiltier expression if that was even possible, "I'm sorry," he said looking at his shoes.
I tilted my head back against the wall, "I'm not the one you should be sayin that to babe,".
A light blush made its way up Steve's neck as he sat in the chair beside my bed.
"When can I leave the infirmary anyway?"
Steve looked at me, "When Tony and Bruce remake your arm," he paused, "Again."
I scoffed, "Yeah again,".
Ashlyn shifted closer to me, making Steve and I both glance at her.
"I think she's kinda cute when she sleeps," Steve admitted a bit sheepishly.
I raised an eyebrow, "So then what was with the bitch fit outside the door?"
He started sulking and looked at the floor again, "I was upset and I took it out on her, I didn't mean to," he confessed.
I looked at him, "When she wakes up you better apologize or I'm gonna kick your ass when Bruce lets me get up," I promised.
He still wouldn't look at me.
"Steve," with that, he glanced up, "Come 'ere."
He got up from the chair and mimicked Ashlyn, curling into my side.
A few moments later, his breaths evened out too, he was asleep as well.
JARVIS took the liberty to dim the lights.
I leaned my head back and decided to take a nap myself.
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I felt a ribbon of light shine on my face as someone opened the door.
I glared at Tony, who was trying hard not to laugh as he took pictures with his phone.