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Written for: Game of Life Challenge: Solving A Problem

Word Count: 665

Super Soldier Mattress

"Steeeeeve," Tony whined. "I have a problem."

"What's your problem, Tony?" Steve asked, his tone fond.

"I can't sleep. Like. At all."

Steve's brow furrowed, concern immediately evident, because Tony didn't sleep as it was.

"How long have you been awake for, Sweetheart?" He asked, reaching out to steady Tony when he swayed enough that he may end up on his bum, instead of slumped at the breakfast bar.

Tony shrugged. "I don't know."

"Sir has been awake for almost sixty three hours, Captain," JARVIS said from overhead, and Steve didn't think he was imagining the worry in the AI's tone.

"Okay, sweetheart," Steve murmured, even as the rest of the team jumped into action. "Why don't you come sit on the sofa with me, hmm?"

Tony didn't reply, but when Steve guided him to his feet, he didn't fight it. Steve only grew more worried when he had to practically carry the genius, whose legs didn't seem to want to function as they should.

A couple of minutes after they sat down, Natasha appeared with a cup of tea, and Clint was only a few steps behind her with a bowl of oatmeal and blueberries. Steve had to help Tony eat and drink, but by the time he was done, his eyes were almost completely closed.

Steve pulled Tony against his chest and laid out on the sofa, Tony sprawled on top of him. Systematically, Steve began rubbing gentle circles over Tony's back and shoulders, before he ran his fingers through Tony's hair.

It only took minutes for Tony to drop off.

"You're going to be stuck there for hours, you know?" Nat asked, smirking slightly. She knew for a fact that Steve wouldn't mind.

"Doesn't matter. He needs sleep and if he can get that with me… well. Problem solved, eh?"

She nodded. "Try and get some rest yourself. I know you've been having nightmares lately, maybe he'll be able to return the favour and let you get some rest yourself."

Steve didn't bother asking how she knew he wasn't sleeping. Nat knew everything.

He just smiled at her, and shifted slightly on the sofa to get a little more comfortable. Since he knew he was likely going to be here for a while, comfort was definitely necessary.

…

Tony stirred, blinking awake slowly. He was warm and comfortable, and he felt… rested.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," Clint teased from the armchair.

Since it was dark outside, Tony knew it wasn't morning. He just grunted, and then startled when his 'mattress' moved and he heard a chuckle. He pushed himself up enough to see that he'd been laid out on Steve.

"Um. Hi?"

"Hi," Steve replied, smiling. "Feeling better?"

"Uh. Yes?"

"You have no idea why you're here, do you?"

"I think it's safe to say that I do not," Tony agreed, shifting so he was sitting up. He slid off Steve onto the sofa, his legs bent over Steves', which were so long they were hanging over the arm.

"You told us you couldn't sleep," Nat said softly, leaning over to brush Tony's hair out of his eyes. "So Steve volunteered as tribute."

Tony felt his cheeks heat up. "So you've been stuck with me koala-ing all day? Jesus, Steve, I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Steve told him, sitting up. "Although, hold that thought, because I really need the toilet. Don't disappear. We have food coming, we're going to have a movie night."

Tony thought about refusing, about hiding in his lab until his embarrassment wore off, but in the end, the hopeful look on Steve's face kept him in his seat.

"Kay," he muttered instead.

It was weird, but he really did feel rested. More than he had in… a really long time. He watched Steve walk away, and despite his embarrassment, he smiled to himself. Maybe there was something to be said about Super-Soldier mattresses.

Of course, he couldn't help but wonder what else he could get up to on that 'mattress'.