“You know you look like someone wrapped tin-foil on your arm right?” Sam breaks the peaceful silence, which was beautiful while it lasted.
Him and Bucky have been arguing all day, and I thought for a minute that maybe I could get my mission done without any childish bickering.
“Well at least my suit doesn’t look like an experiment on a pigeon went wrong.” Bucky replies to Sam’s comment, while my grip on the steering wheel gets tighter.
“Listen, the only reason I brought both of you along is so I don’t have to fight off everyone by myself! So could you please get along?” I scold both of them in frustration, wanting nothing more than to get this mission done.
Silence falls between the two again, until Bucky starts shifting awkwardly in the back seat.
“You okay?” I ask a little more calmly than before, glancing back for a second.
“This car was not made for super-soldiers.” He scoffs, trying to get comfortable.
“I called shotgun.” Sam reminds him, a sly grin across his face.
“Can you at least move your seat up a little bit?” Bucky asks, and I get a feeling this will end in another argument.
“No.” Sam answers coldly, and I hit my head on the steering wheel as I stop the car at an intersection.
“Why not?” Bucky smacks Sam’s shoulder, of course with his cybernetic arm.
“Suck it up old man!” Sam turns around and attempts to swing an open hand back, but misses.
“Stop!” I intervene quickly, silencing both of them for the millionth time. “For the love of my sanity, just be nice, okay?”