"Really?" Flat, deadpan. Then a mildly exasperated sigh. And Natasha dropped her head to Bucky's shoulder, trying not to roll her eyes in fond frustration. "But it's the floor, James. There are other options, you know."

Part of her self-initiated objective was to help him cultivate at least two new habits while they were here. Sleeping somewhere other than the carpet was her main one. Natasha shifted a little, chin coming to rest atop his shoulder.

"Will you at least try it? For me?" She was even ruthless enough to flutter her lashes a bit comically.