He smiles wide at her. Steve can't help feeling like their two kids at the start of an adventure. It almost reminds him of the old days back in Brooklyn. Almost.

"Just thinking of your safety, sweetheart." Once Natasha is safely buckled in, he resumes the journey. He pulls out of the gas station and heads back on the road. Steve can't resist shooting a couple of fond glances her way before picking up his cake. He rips it open with his teeth and takes to munching down on it as he drives. This is probably the perfect moment. Steve doesn't want to spoil it by trying to fill the comfortable silence.