Steve: The spider is more scared of you than you are of it
Tony, side-eyeing Natasha: Oh really?! Did she tell you that?
Steve: She?
Tony: The only damn spider that I’m scared of is the one currently sitting on my couch, sharpening her knives. I … might have drank the last of her orange juice
Natasha: Be afraid, be very afraid
Steve: Yeah, you’re a dead man