Steve is the new sub-contractor working on Tony’s new building. Cue Tony swooping in with bad puns:
"I think my pipe is leaking."
Steve doesn’t dignify that with a response. He continues to map out the wiring in the wall to their left.
"Or maybe it’s clogged. Would you be willing to unclog my pipe, Mr. Rogers?"
"I’m not a plumber, Mr. Stark," Steve replies with faint exasperation, corners of his mouth twitching without his approval. Tony grins like a shark, sharp.
"Maybe my pipe just needs greasing then."
"Mr. Stark," Steve sighs, standing at the wall and flicking the chalk line against the drywall. "If you have enough spare time to harass the crew, perhaps you can help instead."
"I’d love to help," Tony purred. "What do you need me to do?"
Steve lifts up the power tool in his hand, holding it out to Tony.
"Would you like to drill my hole?"
Tony throws his head back and laughs, but slinks over with a predator’s stride.
"Oh, I’m keeping you, Mr. Rogers."
"I’m serious," Steve says with a straight face. "You either help, or get out, otherwise this will never get done."
Tony cocks a brow. “What’s in it for me?”
"Well, I do have a pretty impressive jackhammer impersonation that I can show you later.”