Steve, Sam, Bucky, Tony, Natasha, Bruce, Clint, Nebula.

There were two cars headed down the highway at three in the morning. Tony Stark had gotten nearly the whole of the compound to join him on an eight-hour road trip to something in the middle of nowhere. Nobody knew where they were going, only that Tony was determined to get them there.
The first car was, unsurprisingly, an over-the-top black van with custom fire painted on the sides. Somehow, Tony had made a van look good. (It might have had something to do with flight boosters). In it were Tony, Bruce, Clint, and Nebula, lounging comfortably in their seats listening to Highway to Hell by AC/DC.
On the other hand, Natasha, Sam, Bucky, and Steve were cramped and angry in the little VW Bug from the fight several years ago.
"Move your seat, Steve!" Sam groaned, his legs pulled to his chest.
"All righty," Steve said, smirking. It moved another inch into Sam's knees. Bucky tried his hardest to repress his giggles- he'd known Steve since the beginning and he wasn't any less of an asshole.
Sam looked like he wanted to cry. Natasha just sat there, ignoring them and sticking her head out of the window to look at the greenery.
They were right behind Tony, and every so often the music would escape the van and they'd get a blast of point-blank insanity. (The other vehicle quickly dropped the act of lazing around, now it was a moving party bus).
"Why didn't you let us travel with them again?" Sam asked.
"Because he wanted to drive his stupid car, that's why," Bucky replied, exasperated. "Ever since he got this thing he's wanted to drive me around the city with his new license."
Steve rolled his eyes and kept on driving.

Clint twirled an arrow on his fingertips. Then he got another one out. And soon, he was just using his high-tech murder weapons as drumsticks.
Tony inhaled. "Open up, said everybody loves me!"
Bruce smiled. He knew this Tony well.
Clint tapped his feet, more into it than ever. "And you don't have to make a sound, 'cause they got what you need, what you need!"
Banner still didn't look up from his book, so the two of them exchanged the look that only foolish music-lovers can give.
"EIGHT BALLS WITH THE TAKERS THAT'LL MAKE YOU!" They yelled, "LATE CALLS WITH THE LOVERS THAT'LL HATE YOU!"
Nebula didn't understand any of it. She'd been on earth for a few years now, but pop culture and music were still beyond her. She laid back with her hands behind her head.
"MAKE YOU SAY, OH, MY, FEELS JUST LIKE I DON'T TRY!"
Bruce repressed a grin. "All I know is everybody loves me," he said.
Clint and Tony stopped immediately and turned around in their seats to look at him and egg him on.
"Come on Banner, I know you're in there!" Tony teased.
"Go on, You've got it!"
Bruce put down the book, laughing. "HEAD DOWN, SWAYIN' TO MY OWN SOUND!"
The three of them began the next line in perfect unison; "EVERYBODY LOVES ME! OH, MY, FEELS JUST LIKE I DON'T TRY!"
Nebula smiled. She knew one thing, despite it all: Tony had that song on repeat.