After a tiring mission that thankfully had a happy ending, the three of you were finally going back. Bucky was patiently tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for the light to turn green. Sam was riding shotgun, cursing out the slow driver in front of them. And you were in the back, enjoying the comfort of their presence.

Bucky's hand traveled to the radio as he began flipping through the stations. Modern music and Bucky never mixed well. You remembered him complaining about EDM being 'too loud' or pop punk being 'too whiney'. He stopped on a random station, hoping it would play out some older songs.

"Whether you're tuning in from the car or anywhere else, we’ve got you covered with good music. From 44.4 FM, this is Toxic by Britney Spears." The presenter said as a bridge to the song.

He had no idea that Toxic was your song. "Don't switch it!" You sat up. "This is my song!" You grinned. Bucky furrowed his brows as Sam face-palmed, ready for the painful 3 minutes to come. They stayed quiet as the radio station began playing the intro to your favorite song.

"Baby, can't you see I'm calling?" You began bopping your head left and right. Sam pinched the bridge of his nose as he groaned. "Can we enjoy the song without you screaming?" He complained. "Shhh, you're speaking over Britney!" You whined. "Yeah, Sam, you're speaking over Britney." Bucky joined in, earning a giggle from you.

Bucky had no idea who Britney was, but he just loved seeing you being happy over small things.