You blink long and hard, trying to tear up so you'll be able to keep your eyes open. Your grip on the steering wheel hardens, and he notices under the light of a passing street lamp.
Shaking your head, you respond, "It's alright. I'm okay. Just another hour to go." You turn your head in his direction, just a fraction, to smile at him reassuringly.
"Come on, you haven't gotten any sleep in over a day.
I don't need us both to be in a car wreck, especially when you're in no position to drive," he says in a matter-of-fact way, staring pointedly at your left arm, hastily wrapped in bandages.
You sigh and begin to slow the car down until it comes to a halt on the side of the road. It's pretty quiet, only one other car has passed you in the last half hour.
Reluctantly, you climb out, ready to switch seats with Bucky.
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