For the Stony prompts, perhaps one of and/or a mashup of 'college profs' and "our boss sent us to a conference and we got arrested for disturbing the peace can we expense our bail?"
“In my defense—"
“You know, starting a sentence with ‘in my defense’ means you should probably just quit while you’re ahead.”
“There’s not enough room in here for you, me, and the gigantic stick up your super serum’d ass. Unclench a bit, would you? You’re giving me cramps.”
He really tries to not imagine the satisfying thwank! Tony’s head would make against his shield, really he does, but even Steve Rogers is only human at the end of the day. Only human and in holding at Midtown, and apparently the only one who even cares about that. A quick glance to his left finds Tony, cuffs and bow tie undone, slumped against the wall with his legs spread as if he were back at the Tower, trash-talking Clint through the latest video game.
“How are you so calm about this?” Steve demands, because honestly.
Tony shrugs. “Not the first shindig I’ve been thrown out of and I bet you—what was $20 in your time? A buffalo nickel? —bet you a buffalo nickel it won’t be the last.”
“We weren’t thrown out; we were arrested. At the Police and Firefighters Charity Ball. By the guest of honor.”