With a grin, Steve mounted the bike. He rarely used a helmet, knowing that his reflexes and enhanced body could handle more than the average rider, but that didn't mean he didn't have one in the saddlebags. He dug it out and handed it to Peggy with a smile that indicated he would wait right there all day for her to put it on.
Risking his own head was one thing. Risking hers? Not a chance he was willing to take. She wasn't built the same way the serum had made him.