Prompt: goose
"Hot Box"
They sat in the blackness of the cargo container. Heat thickened around them like tar.
"Shit, it's hot," Tony breathed out. "Some fresh air would be much appreciated. Strange. This situation has happened before. You'd think I'd've learn-"
"Would you shut up, already?" McGee snapped from somewhere near the opposite side. "If we're going to slowly cook in here like holiday geese, I'd at least like some peace and quiet."
Silence. More heat.
Tony groaned. "Too hot."
"Maybe we should bang on the sides again?" McGee suggested quietly.
"Too tired."
"So what now?"
Tony refused to answer.