[Steve makes a small noise in his throat, somewhere between simple pleasure and flat-out arousal, and resists the urge to melt into a puddle on the bed. He can't remember the last time anyone touched him with anything like casual affection, and that alone is enough to almost make him want to cry.]

Electromagnetic? Does that mean I'm gonna start sticking to things? [It's half a joke - he's pretty sure electromagnets don't work like that - and half serious, because...he doesn't know how electromagnets work.] T'Challa let me borrow a pair of vibranium gauntlets in Wakanda, but they were all- [he waves a hand vaguely] panther-y.

[Which probably isn't a surprise, considering that it's Wakanda, and they like cats.]

Asshole. [Steve very gently nudges him with an elbow.] I'm gonna fall asleep here and you'll have enough caffeine in you to sneak off and work or something. [He pauses, then adds,] When you sneak off, check on the kid, okay? He's...he's had it rough.