Steve is hoping for the same thing. Years of being all right with Bucky never ever being even remotely into him are about to be flushed down the toilet otherwise and oh does it even scare him. What if the feeling never does go away? What if he’s always going to remember this particular lust?

The skin on the backs of his arms turn to goose flesh as Bucky pulls away and silence (and diesel fumes) surround them. Steve sets his head half out of the window until the car picks up speed, making the half hour longer journey to the tip of Long Island. As the driver opens up, the wind pressure bothers Steve enough to get him to sit back inside and shut the tinted window.

He’s miserable next to Bucky, not because of anything Bucky’s done but because he’s right on the verge of being dumb. Thankfully, he doesn’t quite plummet as they pull into the long driveway, leading to a massive brownstone house. Steve rolls down the window again, this time to get a good look at the place.

The car from before is already parked there. So is a crazy looking helicopter. Inside the mansion, Tony laughs. “Banner. Come here. He’s got his head sticking out of the window!”