Kate would be disappointed to know she missed seeing something so adorable - big burly Steve, kneeling on the floor, pulling off her small-in-comparison boots. She would be touched to learn about the conversation between Steve and Storm, and of Steve's almost stubborn insistence on protecting her even if it was from someone she loved.

But at that moment, she was adrift in sweet oblivion. There was no exhaustion, pain, or fear. There was no discomfort, even though her body was contorted in a less-than-ideal position. The waistband of her jeans were cutting into her side. The underwire of her bra was poking her sternum. Thankfully she felt none of it.

Steve might wish the situation was different. He surely had questions about what she would want, what she would agree to, when it came to taking of more than her boots. She would answer those, if she could. She wasn't shy about her body, and she would tell him to do whatever needed done and not worry about it. She would suggest he order her some pajamas on an app with same day delivery. He should have been grateful, really, that she wasn't conscious. If she were, but too physically exhausted to move, she would be the grumpiest invalid in history. Not a good look, when you're in the beginning of a relationship.