I want somebody to ride around with me all night. We can just drive, no directions or plans, and listen to music and talk about stupid things. Hell, we can do whatever. I just want to sit in a car and be around somebody all night.
Can we just talk about the moment when the Howling Commandos realize that the only reason any of them made it out is because Steve loves Bucky That. Fucking. Much.? That if Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes were just a tiny bit less adorable, they’d all be dead?