Avengers Stories //Oneshots//

The Passenger Seat

This isn't my usual Tony centric, but I tried to do something different on the fact that I haven't posted ANY fanfiction in a W H I L E. I'm sorry! I hope you enjoy this! I also created the art that inspired this piece.

On with the fanfiction!

It was supposed to be a good day.

Supposed to be.

It was supposed to be.

Steve continued this thought train as he leaned against the garage wall, arms crossed as he watched his two best friends argue back and forth about who was going to sit in the front passenger seat of the car. The blonde swung his keys around his index finger, raising an eyebrow as the conversation went from crossed arms and harsh whispers as if they didn't want Steve to hear them (they seemed to forget he had super hearing despite Bucky also having it himself) to raised voices and arms being thrown in the air.

"I want to sit in the front seat, Sam!" The black haired super soldier shouted, metal arm pointing at the seat in question.

"I called shotgun, Buck." Sam said with a roll of his eyes, crossing his arms. Steve thought he saw the ghost of a smirk on his face and he nearly groaned. The man knew Bucky was forever annoyed about being called that by anyone but Steve. He could face plant a wall right now and it would be better than listening to those two knuckleheads bicker.

They were his friends, yes, but sometimes they didn't know when to stop arguing. Half the time they forgot what they were arguing about in the first place and argued about what they were arguing about.

But there were also good things about it. They had both said themselves to Steve privately that they meant no harm when they argued. Both made him swear not to tell the other, and Steve was very amused about that. The fact that they told him one after the other on the same day didn't damper that humor either.

He remembered back when he first introduced them to each other. It was like cats and dogs fighting. Passive aggressiveness a lot of the time. Now they were friends who fought like brothers over the stupidest of things.

He just sometimes wished they'd bicker less.

"SO!?" Bucky shot back, raising his voice a few decibels more than it needed to be. He rolled his eyes even further than Sam, as if it was a competition. Steve wondered if he saw his brain with how far they went back.

"So I sit in front!" The other man declared with a childish stomp of his foot. Steve thought he saw Bucky's lips twitch up a little, but in a blink he was back to frowning like a child who just had been denied a toy. Just then, the other's super soldier's eyes found his.

Uh oh.

"Steve!" Bucky yelled. "Sam's being mean to me!" Sam turned toward the blonde, then back to Bucky.

"Am not!"

"Are too!" Bucky said back with a higher pitched tone of voice. Sam stuck his tongue out at him, and he did the same.

Why am I friends with literal children, Steve questioned himself and all his life decisions. He was completely done with the arguing at this point and knew he had to do something.

"Alright," Steve spoke for the first time in the past half hour of them arguing. They were going to that arcade one way or another. He really wanted pizza today and even these bickering grown man children wouldn't stand in his way. The two turned to him with smug looks as if they thought they would win against the other.

Well, they thought wrong.

"Both of you, in the back seats, now." He caught the keys in his palm after throwing them up in the air. Steve strutted toward the driver's seat as both men squawked in surprise and disapproval.

The sound reminded him of Clint when Natasha 'accidentally' knocking him off his couch perch that one time when he was about to win in a video game against her. Was this how he felt with his kids? Maybe.

They started protesting, pitching their arguments to why they should sit in front over each other until they were back to arguing again. This time, Steve stopped them by firing up the car and honking the horn. "If you two don't get in this car right now, I am leaving and you will not get pizza or ice cream today!"

It was comical to watch them both scramble to get in the car, playfully knocking each other out of the way to get in first. Steve looked back at them through the rearview as he waited for the garage door to open fully. They were both pouting at him, arms crossed.

"Now it wasn't that hard to get in the car now, was it?" He asked with a small smirk as he pulled out. He heard their audible grumbles from the back.

Steve thought they'd change their tune only when they got to the arcade, but he was pleasantly happy to find them both discussing and laughing about things less than five minutes later. He shook his head in fond exasperation.