“Never had a lot of use for it,” Steve said, watching Bucky rewire the car so it would start. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, or how something this small would go, but he wasn’t much of a driver himself. He preferred a bike if he could get it. That might be even more conspicuous though.

He stood with his hands on his hips, frowning. He liked the new accent Bucky was using even less than the last one. It made his skin crawl.

“But whatever you say, pal. If I need a new name for now and documentation, just point me in the right direction.” Steve would find that faking credentials now, however, was much tougher than it had been when he was trying to join the army.