Classic

The sky was blue and the birds were singing outside of the small car headed north up to New York State, with not a car in competition of the highway. Bucky sat silently next to Steve, who was enjoying the smooth ride as well, and was clearly comfortable enough to have the soft strains of classical music pouring from the radio.

"Geez, man, do you still listen to this on a regular basis?" Bucky couldn't take it anymore; they had only been on the road for about a half an hour, but Steve's enjoyment definitely outweighed Bucky's. "C'mon, I mean, we're going forward, not Bach." And with that, he leaned forward and fidgeted with the buttons until he found a classic rock station.

Steve, still not totally over Bucky's terrible pun, frowned when he heard the interesting sounds coming from his radio. "That is more like it," Bucky said as he stretched out and put his feet on the dash.

"Bucky, no. I know this stuff is new to you, but I can't handle it right now. It's not my thing…" Bucky wasn't exactly listening, though. He was enjoying this, this new classic rock. Still classic, not boring. Steve had to giggle a little as Bucky lip-synced and danced as much as he could in a car. Occasionally, after a really good lyric, he would make that face that always made Steve laugh, where Bucky furrowed his brow and pushed his lips together, bobbing his head to the steady strumming.

"Alright, alright seriously, Bucky. You look ridiculous." Steve couldn't deny he was amused, but he sure did insist on having his classical on. Either way, maybe they should just have it silent. To prevent fighting on their first road trip, Steve switched off the music altogether.

Bucky relaxed back at his seat, and the both of them together stared silently out the window. Steve was content, used to silence for his personal thoughts, but it took all of about 5 minutes of soundless agony before Bucky was finally fed up. "Are we there yet?" He asked.

Steve turned his head from being propped up by his left hand to give Bucky an incredulous look. "Like, how much longer?" Bucky asked further.

Steve sighed and turned back to the road. "Bucky, we just left D.C."

Bucky fell silent and let another minute go by. "Are we there yet?"

"Do you want to take the wheel?"

"Me? Take the wheel? Well, I could, but we both know what happened last time I did that on a highway."

It was meant to be a joke, but it didn't come out like one. Bucky's own bitterness towards himself seeped through the car air and surrounded them. Both were quiet. Bucky set his jaw, upset with himself for failing again to refrain from bringing up those memories and looked out the window.

Steve looked over at Bucky, reading his thoughts like an open book, and switched on the classic rock station.