[Steve and Tony are making out in a broom closet]
Steve: Hold on, someone’s coming!
[they keep very quiet until the footsteps fade and then they continue making out]
[in the corridor]
Clint: They still think we don’t know, don’t they?
Natasha: Yes. Yes, they do.
Steve: Your smile? It makes my day.
Tony: Your happiness? I live for that.
Rhodey: A room? Fucking get one.
Tony: Knock, knock!
Steve: You know you can actually knock instead of saying it?
Tony: Yes, but that wouldn’t let you appreciate my voice.
Sam: Why Steve and Tony are sitting with their backs to each other?
Natasha: They had a fight.
Sam: But they’re holding hands?
Natasha: Tony gets sad when they fight.
Scott: What do you think Stark will do for a distraction?
Steve: He’ll probably, like, make noise or throw rocks. That’s what I would do.
[a building explodes and several car alarms go off]
Steve: Or he could do that…
Tony: Oh no, it’s too hot! I’m dying from the heat! Too hot!
Steve: You can’t do this every time I dress up.
Tony: Watch me.
Steve: Just promise me that you won’t do anything stupid.
Tony: You know I can never promise you that.
Steve: It was worth a shot.
Tony: What’s your type?
Steve: People who look like you.
Tony: Who looks like me then?
Steve: You could win a medal for being oblivious.
Tony: [gives Steve a box] It’s what I was gonna wear on our honeymoon night.
Steve: There’s nothing in here but lip gloss.
Tony: [smiles] Suffer.
[playing truth or dare ]
Steve: What’s the worst decision you’ve made while drunk?
Tony: Don’t mean to brag but I don’t need alcohol to make really bad decisions.