"Red? Why red? Why not blue? It's less noticeable," argued Steve, He and Bucky were planning to "borrow" a car so they could find Sam. They'd lost communication with him the night before, and they needed to check the designated meeting places. (Also, Bucky was mad he hadn't gotten burgers for dinner.)
"We're thirty miles away from any of the meeting spots and instead of making it quick and getting on with it all, you had to settle down and argue about colors for the last half hour. It's not as if there are many choices, either," complained Steve, resting his head on his knuckle.
"Well the car colors at that old place were boring. And all those trucks were ancient."
"Buddy, we're ancient too."
"Yeah, but we don't get horrible mileage. Why don't we borrow that bright green charger parked at the mansion down the road?"
"Are you kidding me? They'd spot us in a heartbeat!"
"Fine," sighed the assassin in disappointment. "I always wanted to drive one of those things. Well, I've heard it said that red is actually a calming color," he continued, surveying the only other option - a car lot that was largely dominated by crimson SUVs and pickups. "Besides, HYDRA will be less likely to question it, and if there's any of them around, we'll be able to sneak by."
"But that's only a theory."
"Which one of us worked for them for seventy years?" said Bucky with a point proven look.
"It could also make us stand out and get killed faster," insisted Steve, crossing his arms.
Bucky waved him off. "Yeah, well, it's also my favorite color," he said with a completely straight face. "So there."
Steve rolled his eyes. "Fine. But if we get caught, it's your fault," he warned, walking from the trees they were sitting under to the dealer across the street. He approached one of the trucks and pried the door open. After a few minutes of hot-wiring the engine rumbled to life. Steve poked his head out the window and nodded at Bucky to hop in. "Let's get this show on the road."