A few minutes later, the song sung and the drinks drunk, Sam said to Kit, "If we're ever lawful men - and woman - again, we should form a choir." Kit laughed for what felt like the first time in years and replied, "Given our current predicament, I don't see that happening any time in the near future." Steve shrugged and took off his jacket, saying, "Don't lose hope now, Kit. The fight hasn't been lost yet-" "Or won. We have to stay realistic, Steve," Kit cut him off, then looked at the men around her and continued, smirking, "Actually, scratch that. I can control plants and animals with my mind and shape shift, Sam's a dude with wings and a mini-drone-bomb called 'Redwing', Steve is a super-soldier from the 1940s, and Bucky has a metal arm and a mind-controlled-assassin past. Nothing about us is realistic." Sam laughed, Bucky smirked, and Steve smiled but also looked a bit strangely at Kit, as though seeing her in a new light. "What is it, Steve? Did you think I couldn't make a joke?" she teased, raising her eyebrows and smiling calmly. "No, it's just something unimportant. We should all get some rest. I'll-" "-I'll take the last watch," Sam cut the super soldier off, standing up. "You and Barnes have had a long. hard day and need some rest." Kit also stood, replying, "And I'll take the second watch, I'm not that sleepy anyway." Steve and Bucky got up from the couch as well and Kit conjured up a few blankets of moss and dandelion stems that were surprisingly soft (and completely hygienic too, for all you germaphobes). Bucky took the couch, leaving Steve the floor mattress and Kit the armchair beside it. "I'm small, if I curl into a ball I'll be comfortable," she reassured Steve after he offered to swap with her.