"Let's turn on the radio," Sam said as he turned it on in the car he was driving.

"Okay," Bucky replied.

Sam said as the music began to play, "Oh I love this song. We Didn't Start the Fire by Billy Joel. I think you'll like it too."

Bucky asked, "Why do you think I'll like it?"

"Just listen to the lyrics," Sam said, "I think you'll understand at least some of them."

Bucky's eyes went wide as he began to hear things he recognized as him doing as The Winter Solider for the Russians and Hydra many years before. Eventually he glanced over at Sam who noticed him.

Bucky asked, "What exactly is this song about?"

"1949 to 1989," Sam replied, "is there a problem?"

Uncomfortable, Bucky said nervously, "No, it's fine." As the lyrics progressed, the color drained from his face.

Sam said, "I'm enjoying your reaction to some of what happened for 40 years in the 20th century."

"I was there," Bucky confessed.

"You're saying you started the fire," Sam joked.

He said, "It's more like, I was the fire." He continued to listen to the words as more and more of the horrible things he had done over the decades piled up in the lyrics. "Turn it off," he demanded.

Sam said, "I'm listening to the music."

"I said turn it off," he begged, he pushed the "off" button.

"No," Sam said as he turned it back on again, "it's my car, my rules."

With his left hand, Bucky tore through the radio and ripped it out of the dashboard and threw it into the backseat. The music stopped immediately and wires dangled and hung in place.

Horrified, Sam asked, "Do you have something against all cars or is it just my car you hate?"

"Maybe it's you that I have a problem with," Bucky answered as Sam glared at him.