[Cut to Steve and Tony in New Jersey, 1970] OUR WATCHER INFORMANT, STAN LEE (1922-2018 R.I.P): [Driving past Steve and Tony] Hey, man! Make love, not war!
TONY STARK:
Clearly, you weren't actually born here, right?
STEVE ROGERS:
The idea of me was.
TONY STARK:
Right. Well, imagine you're SHIELD, running a quasi-fascistic intelligence organization. Where do you hide it?
STEVE ROGERS:
In plain sight.
[Tony and Steve are in an elevator with a lady]
TONY STARK:
[Leaving the elevator] Good luck on your mission, Captain.
STEVE ROGERS:
[Waiting for another floor] Good luck on your project, doctor.
ELEVATOR LADY:
You're new here?
STEVE ROGERS:
Not exactly.
[Cut to Tony in what seems to be a lab area and he is looking for the tesseract]
TONY STARK:
[Grabbing Tesseract] Gotcha. Back in the game.
HOWARD STARK:
Arnim, you in there? Arnim? Hey! Door's this way, pal.
TONY STARK:
Oh, yeah.
HOWARD STARK:
I'm looking for Dr. Zola. Have you seen him?
TONY STARK:
Yeah, no, Dr. Zol– No, I haven't seen a soul. [awkwardly bumps into a chair] Pardon me.
HOWARD STARK:
Do I know you?
TONY STARK:
No, sir. I'm a– a visitor from MIT.
HOWARD STARK:
Huh. MIT. Got a name?
TONY STARK:
Uh– Howard.
HOWARD STARK:
Well, that'll be easy to remember.
TONY STARK:
Howard– Potts.
HOWARD STARK:
Well, I'm Howard Stark. [Holds out hand to shake.]