There's that laugh again. The second time. Surprising enough, it makes Steve look back toward him, connecting that sound to the car, and his daughter, and then again to this moment. When it's short and sarcastic, but it's actually there for a moment, and it makes Danny something like...human. Warmer. Less like a rabid piranha attacking at the slightest hint of provocation for any bit of skin on a hand held out toward him.
Steve's not really even entirely through the thought when Danny is digging in his pocket and then reaching out to smack his arm. Giving him an unexpected view of a long set of zeroes on Danny's wrist, even while his own mouth is curving more freely this time. Because Danny actually took a god forsaken joke as a god forsaken joke, and he can wonder if Danny is one those cases that proved Fates' promise crumbles to dust like everything else on this small, swiftly spinning, planet.
But he doesn't entirely want to lose the slippery step toward whatever this is.
It wasn't like he'd shove Danny into the back of the actual car except under dire circumstances.
But dire circumstances had a whole lot less rules and options attached to them. And they weren't anywhere near there yet.
"What?" Steve tipped his head upward, quick fast like a question. Mouth pulling tight, even as his eyes glinted with the smile his mouth didn't step near. "You afraid I'll show it how it's meant to be driven, and it'll never come back again. It's a sweet car." Which is something like a compliment. To the type of car. Of course. "Deserves to be used how it was designed to be used."
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Steve's not really even entirely through the thought when Danny is digging in his pocket and then reaching out to smack his arm. Giving him an unexpected view of a long set of zeroes on Danny's wrist, even while his own mouth is curving more freely this time. Because Danny actually took a god forsaken joke as a god forsaken joke, and he can wonder if Danny is one those cases that proved Fates' promise crumbles to dust like everything else on this small, swiftly spinning, planet.
But he doesn't entirely want to lose the slippery step toward whatever this is.
It wasn't like he'd shove Danny into the back of the actual car except under dire circumstances.
But dire circumstances had a whole lot less rules and options attached to them. And they weren't anywhere near there yet.
"What?" Steve tipped his head upward, quick fast like a question. Mouth pulling tight, even as his eyes glinted with the smile his mouth didn't step near. "You afraid I'll show it how it's meant to be driven, and it'll never come back again. It's a sweet car." Which is something like a compliment. To the type of car. Of course. "Deserves to be used how it was designed to be used."