Bucky, already sitting on top of the piano and eating fro-yo, wholly unimpressed: and what now, captain Rogers of the seven dumbass seas, you gonna paddle that ship with your bare hands through lava? Maybe grill an egg as you go since your frisbee is gonna heat up?
Steve: you’re literally sitting on combustible material, you dumb fuck, who’s gonna need saving now?
Bucky: music will give me wings
Sam: will you two just shut up and GO FUCK, jesus christ
