"I'm pretty sure getting married doesn't sound like something you would have done either," Bucky points out dryly, settling back into this comfortable kind of jesting banter that he really only does with three or four people. One of whom is dead.

"No I-- I was just. Wondering." Bucky swallows and shakes his head a few times, focusing on the road even though the lanes are pretty wide and there's no one else in front or behind him. That's Wyoming for you.

"It's a little. Crammed." This is a terrible topic to be making small talk for and Bucky clears his throat, shifting in his seat, looking out the window, then at the mirrors, then back on the road again. Maybe he can find something else to talk about...

"What kind of movie did you wanna watch? I don't know what's on." They don't make criminals smoother than this one, let him tell you that.