Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday morning

Steve woke up early (Steve always woke up early) but this morning was different. He was in the world's best bed instead of his normal one, covered in blankets and just so warm. He sighed happily, snuggled into one of his three (!!!) pillows and closed his eyes again. This was the life.

Even if he was about 150 pounds lighter and three feet shorter than when he'd gone to sleep.

Steve hadn't noticed. The other person in bed probably had.