Clearly Bucky is going to need a lot more practice, because a car is-- a car. What's important about a car? Every car is more or less the same. Maybe the handbrake is in a different place, or the petrol cap is on the left side or the right. Back in this day they had hand crank windows, but Arthur wouldn't know about the advent of electric-powered windows anyway. Is it important what the odometer looks like? Or the texture of the seats? Or the steering wheel? Does he just want to know the colour of the paint job? Does he even have any concept of colour? Has he even driven before?

Somehow it feels like he's driving a sulking teenager around, but. In a weird way, Bucky doesn't mind. Maybe it means they'll have a quieter ride back.

"Okay," Bucky says simply. He leans over a bit to visually check on Arthur's leg for a few seconds - not something he would normally do if Arthur could see him do it, but he can't really stop being concerned until it gets tended to - but it doesn't visually look like something that requires a trip to the clinic, so Bucky stays on their path.

"You said you broke into the doctor's place?"