Summer stuffed her braid down the back of her shirt, buckled the helmet on, and climbed quickly onto the back of Steve’s bike. “I’ve always wanted a motorcycle of my own,” she confessed to him, trying to figure out where her feet should go. Hands were easy; disdaining shyness for safety, she locked her arms around his waist, muffling shrieks of glee into his shoulder.
Steve put his own helmet on and hopped onto the bike, smirking as he heard her little shrieks of glee that came with her getting on the bike and putting her arms around his waist. “Yeah? I’ve been riding one for a long time now. I haven’t driven a car in years,” he admitted with a little laugh. Making sure she found a place for her feet, he started the motor before pausing. “Ready to go, then?”
“Yes!” Summer’s response was enthusiastic. She leaned forward, looking over his shoulder. “What do you do when it rains, then, Captain? Use your shield as an umbrella?” She laughed.