Sam, Placing A +4: I Never Remembered UNO Being This Boring.

Sam, placing a +4: I never remembered UNO being this boring.

Natasha, calmly adding another +4: That's because we played 17 rounds already, and you never won one of them.

Bucky, grumbling as he picks up 8 more cards: This shit ain't team bonding, it's more like team-breaking.

Pepper, sighing as she sets down a reverse card: Fine. Whoever wins this last round gets Peter cuddles for the rest of the night.

Avengers: *suddenly all determined and focused, glaring at each other*

Bucky, sighing: See? Team-breaking.

[S-M;NWH — Interrogation Scene]

Interrogator: We all already know what you did, Mr. Parker.

Peter, biting his lip and looking down:

Interrogator: It's better to admit to them now, it might lessen your punishment.

Peter, sighing: Okay! Okay. You got me. It was me who clogged the toilet last night, but I swear it was an accident, and I tried to fix it, but I just made it worse and it was so embarrassing—

Interrogator:

Tony: I told you! I told you it wasn't me, May!

May: How could've I known?! You're a rich person in a normal apartment, you were more likely to not be used to our bathroom!

[After FFH events, in the interrogation room]

Cop: Is there something you want to confess, son? It's not too late.

Peter: I— okay.. I.. I like both girls and boys..

Cop:

Tony, on the other side of the glass: Stop punishing all of us with second-hand embarrassment and just let him go—

Tony coming back to the lab on fire near a corner, DUM-E spreading the fire extinguisher foam everywhere but the place burning, and glitter covering every inch of the worktables and inventions:

Peter: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Tony: What the fuck—why did you have your finger up my ear, honeybear?

Rhodey: You were sleeping with your eyes open. Go to your room and sleep on a bed like a normal person.

Tony: I can't, Peter's patrol still hasn't ended. It isn't his bed time yet.

Clint, whispering: It's Thursday, he's not even supposed to be here.

Natasha, sighing: We know.

Steve: Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes.

Peter, nodding sagely: So, that way when you criticize them, you are a mile away from them and you have their shoes.

Tony, tearing up: That's my boy.