Steve wasn't smug, not at all, not even hardly at all. But he did smile into his coffee, hiding it away because he'd get into trouble for that. "I'll bring you coffee every day for a month," Steve promised and it was silly because he brought Tony coffee every day but that was beside the point.
A broken crate was located for sitting on and Steve made Tony sit as they drank. The night stretched on and Steve found himself leaning into him both for warmth and for comfort as the adrenaline faded. There wasn't much to say and Steve wasn't one to talk to hear the sound of his own voice.
The moon was high in the sky when Steve sat upright. He'd been a little bruised from his run in with the wolf, but fine really, so the shooting pain down his spine was unexpected. Steve's bones felt like they were made of fire and he hunched forward, gasping with it.