It's impossible to hold all the tension in his frame when Danny touches him like that, a soothing reminder, and he reaches up to gently squeeze fingers around Danny's wrist before they get into the car. The drive is quiet, eerily familiar, and Steve remembers each corner and how to take it without sending the Camaro's tires over the curb.

"This time, I'm going to try to get Hesse to put his gun down before I signal you," Steve finally says, parking the car in the same spot as before. "No one's getting shot today - not us, at least."