anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve sleeptalking/walking around the tower during his nightmares. The others draw straws for who has to watch him to make sure he doesn't leave the tower or go to the roof Steve never remembers any of it in the mornings

When it’s Clint’s turn, he’ll admit, he has a lot of fun.  

He’s realized what none of the other Avengers have (yet): you can get Steve to talk while he wanders around the Tower.  

So far, the others have only caught him walking.  Or dancing.  Or (poor Sam, though he was probably the best equipped to handle it) screaming and thrashing in a nightmare.  

Clint discovered it on accident: Steve asked a question and Clint had answered without thinking (or, to be fair, realizing Steve was asleep at the time.) Usually it’s nonsense or, once, hearing an outrageously off-color-un-Cap-like joke.  

It always starts the same, though, so Clint’s not all that surprised when Steve starts with a pretty normal question:

“Can you hear it?” 

“What?”  Clint checked the volume on his hearing aids and he hadn’t turned them down at all. Maybe they needed new batteries?

“The stars.”

Oh.  Oh.  Steve was asleep.  “What about them?”

“They’re singing.”

“I thought I heard someone playing More Than A Feeling.”

Steve grunted, indignant.  “No.”

“What are they singing, then?”

“I know what you’re doing. Listen.”

“…Don’t Stop Believin’?”

Steve groaned.  “Buck, come on.”  Steve was definitely asleep.  “Just listen.” 

Clint waited.  And waited.

And then Steve started to sing.  “I’ll be seeing you, in all the old, familiar places that this heart of mine embraces all day through—

“—Steve!” Clint had a tree branch in his eye.  He was decidedly Not Crying.  He’d gotten Steve to stop singing, so he spoke again, louder this time. “Hey, man! Hey.” Steve blinked, and looked around dazed.  Awake. “Looks like you were sleepwalking again. Want me to get you some water?”  

Clint didn’t wait for a response. He got Steve some water and himself some whiskey.  

“Thanks. Sorry.”  

“No apology necessary! I was up anyway.  Go on back to bed.” Clint could hear the hysterical edge in his own voice and hoped Steve was too tired to catch it.

Steve went, contemplating his glass of water.  

Good god.  Clint wasn’t sure he had the stomach for that kind of heartbreak.  Old Dudes (even if they looked 30) Having Feelings was not in his skill set.

Clint waited until he was sure Steve was asleep again to throw back the whole measure of whiskey he’d poured himself in one gulp and wipe hastily at his eyes.