Clint: Happy Father's Day!

Clint: Happy Father's day!

Peter: I hope my father's happy from 6 feet below, I wonder what entertainment he has down there.

Pepper: Peter, what did we say about the dead family jokes? I'm afraid that'll be a cause for another appointment— Tony, why do you look like that?

Tony, shrugging as he drinks his coffee: I’m sure wherever my Dad is, he’s looking down on me. He’s not just dead, he's also very condescending.

Scott, under his breath, scheduling an appointment for both of them: Jesus Christ, like father like son, apparently.

Peter: "With great power comes great responsibility."

Tony: Okay?

Peter: With my fast healing, I have the greatest duty and responsibility to know what it feels like to be stabbed by all types of knives.

Tony: PETER, NO—

Natasha: How many kinds of knives have you been stabbed with? I had the pleasure of being stabbed by 6.

Peter: Oh, so far it's only 8, Ms. Natasha Romanoff ma'am. All of them hurt really badly when the bad guys twist it though, the first time I felt like I was actually going to have my life cut short—no pun intended!

Tony calling out from the kitchen as he hides the knives: NAT, STOP ENCOURAGING HIM, AND PETER WHAT THE FUC—

Bruce who hasn't slept in 63 hours: *pops in excitedly* Hey guys, wanna test that out? We can increase the numbers and I can expand the data on you guys.

Tony, full on panicking: BRUCIE-BEAR??????

Peter: *drinks all of the coffee meant for Tony, surprise hugs him and at the same time gives him a heart attack, and blows 2 of Tony's labs all in the span of one (1) afternoon*

Harley: How do you cry when your sandwich falls apart, but then be able to do this with no fear?

Tony, fighting off a forming headache: I've already fallen apart so it’s too late for him to cry about it.

Peter, filming near the window: i've never seen something as beautiful as this view of rain.

The Avengers, staring at him at the other side of the submarine:

Tony: Alright, everyone. Remember to come dressed to kill for tonight!

*later*

Tony: Peter, why are you wearing an all black attire with a balaclava mask– wAIT WHY DO YOU HAVE A BODY BAG—

Peter: Tupperware? More like tupperWHERE because where on Earth is the lid?!

Tony, seeing that Peter is holding the lid in his hand as he gestures: *sigh*