[ For a second, Tony eyes Steve's pants. When he lifts his head, he's smiling a sly, wicked smile that manages to reach his eyes for once. He's not slow and weak any longer. Now, he's strong and fast and capable, he thinks, to hold his own against Captain America. ]
Show me.
[ He nods toward the pants. ]
Those look all right. And if they're not, change them. But show me. Race me.
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Show me.
[ He nods toward the pants. ]
Those look all right. And if they're not, change them. But show me. Race me.