"When I first came out of the ice," Steve said slowly, "I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that plane, with the water coming up at me. When I did fall asleep, I'd dream about being frozen in ice. It wasn't until after New York, and Loki, that I got any sleep without nightmares." He gave a shrug. "I guess it gave me something to think about besides the ice."
A moment of silence, and then Bucky looked at him, a slight smile curving his mouth, "So I should hope for another alien attack?"