Sam was driving the ancient van that Natasha had "borrowed". Steve sat beside him, the two talking quietly as they headed for the airport and their rendezvous with Stark's jet.
Natasha was in back, tapping away at her cell. Bucky sat beside her, swaying with the motion of the van, thinking about destiny, fate and paying for his many sins.
"I know what you're thinking, Barnes." Nat didn't even look up from her phone. "But think what it would do to Steve. He'd never get over it." She shook her head decisively. "Suicide by Iron Man is not an option."