Steve Rogers and Tony Stark were in the middle of a heated battle. With each other.
"Oh, you did not just do that."
"Oh, I so did."
"You think that's funny?"
"I think it's hilarious."
"You're a jerk, Tony."
"Is that your best shot, Rogers?"
"No, THIS is my best shot." Steve suddenly lunged to the side, causing Tony to skid and nearly lose his grip.
"Oi!" Tony yelled, righting himself. There were several tense moments of silent struggle, then Steve began to pull away. The Man of Iron pulled out a cherry red object, one that he had been saving for this moment, and chucked it at his opponent. It ricocheted off the wall and exploded, sending Steve careening the other wall. Tony heckled as overtook his sometimes-ally.
"No!" Steve grunted as he righted himself and began moving again. "No, no, no…"
They both held their breath for the final few seconds. At long last, Tony's Sugarscoot went flying over the finish line, just milliseconds ahead of Steve's Super Blooper. Steve roared in defeat as the little animated characters on the TV completed a victory lap. He threw the white remote onto the sofa and sat with his arms crossed sullenly.
"Come on, man, one more game," Tony coaxed. "You can be the princess this time." This earned him a fist aimed at his shoulder, which he neatly avoided. The game sung itself out and returned to the main menu while Tony waited out the other man's sulking. Finally Steve squared his jaw and picked up the remote.
"Start the next level, Stark," he commanded, staring at the screen. Tony grinned.
