By the time she's out of the shower, he's dressed, the bed's made, and he's taken care of the water glasses. He goes to the window to wait, and stands there, looking out at the night.

He'll call Natasha in the morning. Steve'd said he'd come down then, so he can ask if anyone's told her yet. She needs to know. He needs to be the one to tell her, even if she's already heard.

He's still standing by the window, lost in thought, when Sharon comes to him. He takes her hand and twines his fingers with hers, smiling a little.

"Lead the way, baby."