He sleeps easily, a skill hard won during years on the run. He'd learned to sleep when it was possible, though never too deeply. Any change in his environment is enough to pull him toward consciousness enough to quickly assess risk and either fall back asleep or snap to full wakefulness.

The change in his environment now is the warmth of another human being actually right up against him. He wakes up enough for that and shifts around to get an arm around Tony and a face full of stiff, product-hardened hair.

It's weird, but after twisting his face away from Tony's hair and wrinkling his nose at the guardian suit, he closes his eyes again and dozes while the daylight wanes and the city outside lights up to chase the night back.

Eventually he has to try to extricate himself from Tony's hold on him, trying to do so without waking him so he can walk out onto the balcony and watch the city lights and the flying craft that zip among the skyscrapers. This city's far less stressful now. It's hard to believe that relative days ago, he'd been struggling to find some equilibrium here, stressed out and teetering on the brink of losing control.

He toys with the idea of learning to control the Hulk form and coming back here. He could rule this city if he were in control of that body with his mind. Does he want that?

A glance back inside and he has to shake his head at himself. No, he doesn't want to rule anywhere, especially not wearing Hulk's face. It has nothing to do with anger or fear; he just wants to leave a positive mark on his own world now that the mark might not look like a fist. That, and he's not leaving Tony alone on Earth to slowly kill himself with self-doubt and alcohol.

He leaves the balcony and goes in search of the shower, solely for Tony's sake rather than his own.