"Hey now," Steve protested lightly. He thought he was doing pretty well for being 97. Technology wasn't going to be his forte but he used it without trouble and he knew what stabilizers were thank you.

He preferred having a Tony around that wasn't smeared on the pavement and would be avoiding accidents as much as possible. He snapped his own helmet on and yes, those were wings on the side, before sliding onto the bike.

For a moment, Steve didn't get it. When he did, he shook his head and then shot back, grinning over his shoulder, "Maybe I will." Steve enjoyed turning the tables on the other man when he could. Kept him young.