Mr. Stark, this is Colonel Steve Rogers.[ A beat. ] Figured I'd clarify. There seems to be a few of those running around.

[ Which he's not sure yet if he finds it amusing or not. ]

Thank you for your help by the banks—and keeping Iron Man at your shop. He'd been through the ringer just before I came here.

[ Frankly, it's a miracle Steve could pilot it successfully. He'd been effectively crushed inside like an old car heading for the scrap yard. Clearly debris wasn't the only thing making piloting difficult. ]

Is there anything I can do for you?