Steve feels his stomach give out and the rest of his body sink through the leather seats and onto the road jerking beneath them. His eyes leave the pizza to settle rigidly on the hand on his knee before they move up to Bucky. There’s nothing short of feral in the bright blue and he settles his fingertips very, very gently on the back of Bucky’s knuckles.

He has to be mindful of his strength. He crushed the last pizza box when the girl at the counter handed it to him and he’d had to wait for another. He blamed it on the grease and laughed. He hadn’t felt like laughing though.

He laughs now too, with much the same emotion, though it’s twinged in nervousness. “Okay?”

Now that’s a little shrill and nasal.

“Y-Yeah! Sure is. Totally will be.” Steve turns towards the window and worries his lips with his teeth just as the merge into traffic on the bridge. So much traffic. He groans and tries to put down the windows but they’re all locked.