It has been way too long of a night for any more sudden movements or bright lights, so Tony was actually pretty glad he had picked this classroom to finally get some rest. It was a safe bet, even on days where they could potentially have the windows open; Coulson wasn't about to start blasting hexes or anything else nauseating. The cozy toque he had pulled down over his eyebrows as he stumbled in had been charmed to plump up just enough to act as a pillow under his ear against the desk, and two very unconvincing eyes rolling and blinking on the crown of it were doing their best to track Coulson at the front of the room.