Sam shifts to the side with his arms folded across his chest, “I can’t make any promises, but if you at least tell me it can lower the chances of that happening.”

Sam blinks. Eyelids fluttering open and shut slowly as he processes Bucky's words. "Right...good to hear that.." He drawls out,"Although, that doesn't explain the constant following, yes I've noticed, and completing assignments for me."

“Rude? I call it victorious,” Natasha replied in an obviously happy tone. “C’mon, lighten up. Rematch?” The glint in her eye was completely evil and devious. Truth be told, part of it had been a little bit of luck, but Natasha caught on quickly and was always able to adjust. “Or do you want to call your Mario Kart therapist to soothe those wounds?”

“Rematch?” He scoffs, voice soft enough that she couldn’t hear exactly what he had said. Shifting in his seat he presses down harshly on the ‘a’ button to start a new race. “Not real. Let’s start the game.” He cuts in, tone stern and cold as he focused solely on the screen.

“Yeah, but I know you worked hard on it, and - ” Steve presses his lips tightly together, knowing Sam’s dismissal of his apology is not an invitation for him to offer more. He’ll have to make it up to the other man in other ways, and he becomes fully determined to do so. He eyes the menu Sam pulls out and gives his own nod of approval. “What would you like from there? At least let me do the ordering for you.” So he can make sure to pay, and so Sam doesn’t feel the brunt of his own massive order.