He obeys again, silently, climbing on the bike and not looking toward the park and the cameras. He waits only until Olivia is in place before gunning it and streaking out between cars, dodging around clumps of traffic, and turning rather than stopping for red lights. It's tempting to just go blazing through one- and then he remembers he has Olivia riding with him and that speeding is a catharsis that endangers everyone around him.

Steve slows and stops, pulling over now that they're what he gauges to be a safe distance from the park. "Sorry. About the... maneuvering. I wasn't thinking." It's first thing he says, followed by a pause and then a quiet cough. "And... You don't understand. Neither does Tony. It has to be Saturday. There's no point, otherwise."

He kicks the stand down on the bike and rubs the back of his neck. "Though I might have to skip a week or two." Even more quietly and with the faintest ghost of amusement, he says, "She'll never let me hear the end of it."