"Cute, Rogers. You're cute. You're both cute." Tony tossed Thor a look over Steve's back and laid the tool back down just outside the boundary of the bed. All at once, his right arm was enveloped in red and gold and the nanites had formed a whirring jackhammer style weapon, aimed right at the dirt. A rush of steam escaped with a 'hiss'--just for flavor.

"We're a big past the era of using bovine scapula to drum up dirt. I like speed. Power. Efficiency."