Steve stressfully drove in cognito, his shoulders tense as he gripped the wheel, only one thought raced through his head at the moment; showing the world Bucky Barnes wasn’t behind the death of the Wakandan leader, though staying calm was hard with Sam and Bucky bickering like children.

‘ ‘ It was a simple request, Wilson, you don’t have to be a jerk about it.. ‘ ‘ Bucky grumbled quietly, sitting beside you in the back seat while Sam was turned around, glaring at him.

‘ ‘ You almost killed me. I’m not moving my seat up for you, just be grateful we’re risking our asses for you. ‘ ‘ The stubborn Falcon responded, and they only continued their back and forth banter over the smallest thing like scooting a damn chair forward so Bucky was comfortable.

Steve rubbed his forehead, feeling a migraine from the entire situation, trying to be the peace maker in the situation even though he was holding back yelling a lecture through their thick skulls.

‘ ‘ Swear to god- Don’t you dare make me pull over because I damn sure will.. ‘ ‘ Steve threatens in a deep tone, slightly pressing his foot on the pedal a little more.