"Yes, ma'am." Bucky actually relaxed for a moment, at the reprimand. Sometimes, his head played tricks on him - but Peggy wouldn't steer him wrong. If she dismissed the apology, then it hadn't been one of the too-bad ones, right?

Yet something kept nagging at him, a tension around him that didn't dissipate with the remnants of the dream.

And then Steve spoke again.

Bucky knew all his tells, after all. He sat up straight, whipcord straight, focusing on his friend. "Steve..."

Question. There had been a question.

"... just now, I guess. But if you mean proper sleep, like, six to eight hours uninterrupted..." He raked his fingers back through his hair, making it stick out a little. "Two weeks or so." And that had been one night, after a few bad ones before that.