Apartment Above Stark Industries, Sunday afternoon

So it was cold and disgusting outside, which meant that Steve had cranked the thermostat up past 72 (his Depression-era heart quavered at what it would do to the heating bill because he still hadn't looked at the amount of money in his and Tony's joint account), put on a pot of stew, and was now in a slightly fruitless discussion with Tony about playing Clue with him.

"You can be Miss Scarlett" was not the amazing incentive Steve believed that it was.