Shotgun( Sam and Bucky crack)
“Shotgun!” Sam said as he looked at the beat up, blue bug, that Steve had managed to acquire. And seriously… could he have stolen a smaller car? Were there no smart cars available? You know; the really little ones. Sam’s thoughts must have been written all over his face because, Steve sighed and rolled his eyes fondly, before pulling a cap on over his ridiculously blonde hair and walking over to the gas station to grab some snacks for the drive.
Sam looked over at the former Winter Soldier, who had been just standing there, (which was really creepy, if Sam was being honest with himself), only instead of giving everyone and everything a blank look, he looking over at Sam with puzzled expression on his face. Once he noticed Sam looking over at him, he moved a little bit closer, and asked, “Is there a threat nearby?”
It was Sam’s turn to look confused as all hell. What?
“What,” he said out loud, “are. you. talking. about.” making sure to keep eye contact with the other man. Partially to make sure that he had been heard and mostly because despite what Steve may think about his friend (and really, the man was a giant puppy sometimes, with how easily he trusted Barnes) he really did not feel comfortable turning his back on the guy that had tried to kill… twice now.
“You. said. Shotgun.” Barnes said just as slowly, raising his eyebrow a bit. And oh. Well, Sam was actually genuinely stumped on how to proceed now. He forgot that Barnes was like Steve. They both had a lot of catching up to do, especially with modern terms.
“...right. Well, when someone says shotgun, generally, they’re calling dibs on sitting in the front seat.” Sam explains patiently. Barnes for his part, narrows his eyes a little, looks at the car, and then back at Sam. He walks around Sam towards the car, looks at the backseat, looks down at himself, back to the backseat, and finally he looks back at Sam. Both of Barnes’s eyebrows are scrunched together a bit and the expression on his face seems to convey; Really? How the hell am I gonna fit? Sam looks right back at him, his eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face.
Of course, Steve chooses this moment to come back, carrying about six large bags of various junk food. Sam chooses to break off the staring contest him and Barnes were having (which by the way, the dude is totally cheating somehow, because Sam is positive he has never seen Barnes blink. Ever.) and walk towards the car. He waits until Steve manages to squeeze into the driver side ( The seat is pushed back as far as he can get it, and even then it’s still a really tight fit.) before he looks over at Barnes and gestures to the back seat in a clear ‘after you’ hand movement. For a moment, Sam believes that the Winter Soldier is going to make an appearance and fight him for some leg room, but then…
“..Fine.” Barnes says with a bit of a huff of breath toward the end. He steps forward and goes to pull the seat forward to climb in before straightening back up when it doesn’t move. He narrows his and looks over at Sam who standing there with his lips pressed together in a thin line to prevent himself from laughing, because come on! He’s watching the The Winter Soldier be defeated by upholstery. Steve, of course, chooses this moment to look over to see what the holdup is and gives them his patented ‘Captain America does not approve’ look (for the life of him, Sam cannot figure out why he just doesn’t use that on every enemy he comes across. Instant win.) So Sam bends down and pulls the little lever on the front of the passenger side seat, and steps back as it springs forward to allow access into the back of the car. For his part, Barnes doesn’t even try to do anything besides ( and seriously, now the asshole is just showing off becuase NO ONE has ever been able climb into the back of one of these and not look like an idiot.) climb in with all the grace of a fucking cat, and plop his ass down, looking just a little smug.
Sam waits until Steve has started the car up and they’re well on their way before he subtly leans his seat back a little too far.