Steve: Years ago we lost our dear husband Tony.
Tony: *hitting a locked door a distance away* Get me out of here or I swear I’m torching all your asses!
Bucky: *hides the keys away* Sometimes we can still hear his voice.
Tony: Open this damn door!
T’Challa: If you’ll excuse us we have a promised commitment that will keep us occupied and we eagerly wish to get to. Happy bedding.