Still no response. He's just kind of staring blankly at Steve's chest, and while the metal arm is still and quiet, there's a little tremor running through the flesh arm, fingers stuttering very softly on the cushion. He's very still, otherwise. Not a hair is moving, not a rustle of fabric as he breathes.

He's waiting. He failed the stars order, because it kept slipping out of his brain. Stars don't belong. It's just in his head, so maybe no one will know, but it's still a failed order.