Like, don’t get me wrong. I am 1000% here for bitchy city boy Tony in his suit trying to deal with the farm animals, but LET US NOT FORGET that Steve is just as much a city rat. The difference is that Steve would be like “I survived WWII Europe, I can deal with some cows, this is nothing.”
Spoiler: He can’t. He can’t deal with cows at all. The cows win and he’s pretty sure they’re planning something.
steve rogers relaxes in the shade on clint’s farm on a pleasant, 50 degree day. he has finally become a cool ranch dorito.
CLINT BARTON SITTING ON HIS PORCH IN A ROCKING CHAIR PLAYING THE BANJO AND WATCHING THE FIREFLIES
*something explodes in the distance*
*plays banjo slightly louder*