Steve went looking for Bucky, and found him sitting in the back, holding a photograph, staring at it as if mesmerized.
"We should be there in about four hours." Keeping his voice light, Steve dropped to the floor beside him. "What's up?"
Bucky looked up at him, opened his mouth, closed it, and then handed him the photo.
Three kids, teenagers, standing next to a car, mugging it up for whomever was behind the camera. From the ecstatic look on the older boy's face, and the keys he was dangling, Steve would've bet money this was the kid's first car.
