Tony: I was thinking about what you said, you know, about the whole sex thing. It’s probably not a good idea to go down that road again.
Steve: Thank you. I’m glad you agree.
It’s a shame, though. When we did it, it was pretty good.
Steve: Yeah. Yeah, that’s true.
Hey, do you remember that one really great time?
It was your birthday…
It was Valentine’s Day…
Both: Oh, yeah!
Tony: We want a lawn and a swing set.
Steve: And a street where our kids can ride their bikes and maybe an ice cream truck can go by.
Clint: So you want to buy a house in the 50’s?
Tony: Hey, guys, check it out. Pepper sent me the paper.
Natasha: Let’s see it.
Clint: Oh, yeah, that looks good.
Natasha: You make a very attractive couple.
Tony: Yeah, we look great together.
Bucky: We really do.
Tony: Imagine what our kids would look like.
Bucky: We don’t have to imagine.
Steve: I’m marrying him.
Bucky: We’ll see.
Steve: Do you at least have a plan?
Tony: Uh… how about try not to get killed?
And how exactly will you stop me?
Steve: I’ll call Miss Potts.
Tony: … Goddamnit.
[Natasha is stabbing the air between Steve and Tony]
Steve: What are you doing?
Natasha: Trying to cut the sexual tension between you two. Unfortunately, it isn’t working.
Tony: I want you to take me to art museums and make out with me.
Steve: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.
Steve: Tony, I’m very disappointed in you.
Tony: Your approval means nothing to me.
Steve: We should go back. You’re really drunk right now.
Tony: No, I’m not. You’re just blurry.
Steve: Are you sober?
Tony: I’m moderately functional.
Steve: I’ll take that as a no.