[He nudged her with she agreed with him about idiot boys. She had to, since he knew first hand how much of an idiot they could be, having grown up as one and hanging around a lot of them. He had all the facts when it came to young men and how they operated, and he saw nothing wrong with explaining what it was like to be a stupid boy who only wanted to follow around a pretty girl.

He snorted at her comment about Romanoff, thinking she knew better than most of them about that. Romanoff was good about appearing casual in most situations, but they always had an eye out for her since she could sniff out details with little prompting from them. It would have been a pity to have to try to kill her; he didn't think she would have the same kind of mercy as Rogers when push came to shove.]

It might have also been because she never allowed herself to build personal connections because she's been suspicious of everyone. That's not a way to live.

[He shrugged and settled down, aware that the evening was only going to get colder. There was also no point arguing on who took which watch. They would even out the time anyway, so he wasn't concerned.]

Sure, it's yours. Wake me if something shows up or the storm blows itself out.

[He nestled a little closer to be aware of any movements she might make, and he closed his eyes. When he set his mind to it, it wasn't difficult to fall asleep. He knew she would wake him after all.]