The middle finger is up even before Bucky finishes the sentence fully. Sam doesn't have the energy to glare. To think about the fact that this goddamn stranger was so prepared he had a towel on the seat, as if taking Sam home had always been the plan.

Sam almost starts. Taking him home had always been the plan.

He looks at Bucky from the corner of his eyes. Can't muster the energy to be surprised that he knows where Sam lives.

Criticizes the fuck out of his driving and route choice halfway through the ride home, though, because Sam can't not be a brat with this man, apparently. As if getting bitten once wasn't enough to dissuade him from running his mouth enthusiastically.