[ he picks up a poorly inflated beach ball from off the floor. ]

When you hold this ball, you have to get everything off your chest. From your day, your life, whatever's bogging you down. [ his eyes narrow, but there's still a smile behind them. ]

My turn: I can't win against Captain America in a race. I know what you're thinking -- no mortal man can. But it really, really grinds my gears that she's so smug about it.

[ sam throws the ball at her without warning, a bit of danger mixing in with bemusement and concern. ] Now you go.