Technically speaking there is a 'man period' (it's a drop in testosterone instead of a change in estrogen) and since everything happens to Steve 4x as much, imagine his mood swings and crazy cravings at all hours... basically just want Manperiod!steve :D
All lanes of traffic were at a complete standstill and the only thing keeping Steve in his car was Bucky’s voice over the Bluetooth.
“Okay, what did Banner say exactly?”
He let out a frustrated sigh and scrubbed a hand over his face. “That it’s a drop in testosterone. He said that it’s completely normal, it happens to every guy, but cause of the serum I get it four times worse,” he explained, his voice trailing off into a wine. “Buck, everything hurts. I’m achy all over and everyone keeps-“ he cut off when the car next to him started hoking it’s horn. “What? What d’ya want?”
The man honked again and started cranking his wheel, doing his best to get himself in Steve’s lane.
“Why?!” Steve demanded, throwing his hands up. “We’re not going any faster, pal! What’s the point?!” he yelled.
The man responded by flipping him off and wedging himself in front of Steve’s car.
A spike of rage shot through Steve and he laid into his horn. “I see you, asshole! I see you with your Hitler mustache!”
“Hitler mustache? Stevie, calm down. Breathe.”
A gasp of a sob left him as anxiety replaced his rage. “I’m under attack, Buck,” he said, his voice going an octave higher. “There’s Nazis’ everywhere.”
“It’s alright. Just take a deep breath.”
Steve just sunk deeper in his seat. “I can’t!” he wailed. “I can’t breathe! I can’t think! I-I can’t remember anything!” he gasped out. “Buck? Buck, are you there?”
“I’m right here, Stevie. It’s okay.”
He sniffed and nodded. “Before I talked to Bruce, I went to get one of those brownies. You know I love those brownies. From that place.”
“Yes, you love those brownies.”
“But when I tried to order them, I couldn’t remember that brownies are called brownies,” he rushed out, his voice catching. “I called ‘em thin cakes! I called ‘em thin cakes, Buck!”
“Okay, maybe you should pull over. I don’t want you getting into an acci-“
“The hell are you doing?!” Steve exclaimed, watching with wide eyes as another car forced its way in front of him. “What are you doing?!”
Yet another driver chose to answer by flipping him off.
Steve physically jerked back. “What?! Oh you son of a bitch! You’re going on a watch list, buddy!”
“Steve, stop screaming.”
“I’M NOT SCREAMING!”
It was that moment that the car behind him decided that it was a good idea to not pay attention to traffic. The force of the Jeep hitting the back of Steve’s borrowed Audi shoved him forward into the car that had just cut him off.
“Steve? What happened?”
He sat there shocked for a moment before the tears returned and he slumped forward onto the steering wheel. “Buck, please save me.”