Steve wasn't fond of screaming. It was a sign of weakness and he couldn't really afford to show much of those. The last thing he was going to do was intentionally put himself in a situation where the goal was to elicit one. Even if everyone else was doing it. Everyone else didn't look like him.

He followed Bucky's gaze to the bench and his shoulders stiffened slightly under his best friend's touch. Steve pressed his lips together, his brow darkening as he took in the oldest kid who couldn't have been more than ten years old.

He knew what Bucky was doing, but there was no flash of resentment as he looked back at him. Just pure determination as he threw it back at him.

"On second thought, if you're too chicken to ride it on your own..." He didn't bother finishing the sentence as he moved towards the ride line.