They walked into the new elevator of a fancy highrise with shiny floors and limestone walls. Both men heaved a large sigh, setting the heavy and awkward boxes down on the ground. It was the start of a very long, rainy day. America brushed the water droplets off his shoulders and out of his hair. Stark seemed oblivious and the water gleamed off his skin. Stark reached out and clicked the button to close the door and picked a floor. The 27th; penthouse suite at the top of the building. The elevator lurched into motion as America propped his foot up on the box leaning back against the wall lazily. He smirked over at Stark, rolling his eyes as he received a strange look.
Stark shook his head,
"No it's like this." He started to move his hand as though reaching up into something invisible, making a moaning sound.
"Don't know who you're used to but it's definitely like this." American grinned, moving two fingers in a tight circular motion at about waist level.
The competition was on and both men had their feet propped up on the boxes, imitating a fisting motion and giving out girly moaning. The elevator lurched to a halt and the doors abruptly slid open.
"You know those boxes are highly reactive right?" The "green" scientist looked at both men as though they had officially lost it. America cleared his throat and bent down to pick up his box. Stark followed and led the way out of the elevator. The scientist shook his head at them as they passed.
"And it's like this." He called, wagging his tongue between two fingers.