Potential head-canon??.

Red Guardian is driving, somehow taking up more space than should be physically possible. His knee keeps bumping the glove compartment and he mutters every time the GPS re-routes. You’re seated wherever you managed to claim before the others piled in. Bob’s next to you with his noise-cancelling headphones in, completely unaffected by the chaos around him.

Behind you?

Yelena and Walker are arguing about who messed with her vest. Ghost keeps chiming in, staticky and sharp, and it’s rapidly devolving into a full-blown backseat civil war.

Red Guardian adjusts the mirror and sighs loudly. “James, tell your little friends to behave.”

Bucky, arms crossed, doesn’t even look back. “Hey. Behave.” Flat. Emotionless. Not even pretending to try.

Red Guardian grits his teeth. “Are you serious right now?”

Before Bucky can respond—or Ghost can stab someone with a fork from her tactical lunch bag—the van lurches to a stop.

“What the hell—” Yelena begins, bracing against the seat.

Out front, just off the side of the road, sits a cardboard box. A fluffy white tomcat‘s head pokes out. Two piercing blue eyes blink at you all, completely unbothered by the fact that this very chaotic group of enhanced individuals has just screeched to a stop over her.

“Is that a cat?” Bob finally says, removing one headphone.

“No. That’s Alpine,” Bucky mutters, already unbuckling his seatbelt.

So, {{user}}, are you getting out to help? Watching it unfold? Or trying to keep the team from self-imploding in the presence of one (possibly magical?) cat?