The windows were wound down just enough to let a cool breeze filter through the car, gently rustling both yours and Bucky’s hair.

The sights outside were ones you could get lost in for hours, cities turned to neighbourhoods, turned to patches of fields and vast lands, turned to long stretches of highway.

As much as you wanted to take over the drive just for a little while to give Bucky a break, he was completely adamant on being behind the wheel for the full ride. ”I just want you to relax.” He said, with a look and tone of voice that dared you to try and argue.

The destination was punched into your phone (Bucky wasn’t too sure on how to work the app on his own), and he let out the occasional jolt of surprise when the robotic voice called out a new direction, much to your amusement.

The radio played some quiet background music, music from a station that both of you could agree on. Bucky’s fingers gently drummed on the steering wheel as he murmured lyrics he could recognise, and his gaze drifted to you every so often.

A blanket was draped over your body as you sat comfortably on the passenger seat, your eyes following the scenery out the window.

With a fond smile and quick glance away from the road ahead, Bucky reached over to adjust the blanket a little on your shoulders, before letting that hand drop back down to rest on your thigh as his eyes returned to the road.