Mary and Tony
"To be clear, I'm not asking you to do that. Flirt, I mean. That wasn't my intention anyway." Tony said, though he didn't sound jealous. "Though I guess he's a pretty good looking guy, so maybe you wouldn't even mind. I mean, you know - you do you. But getting him to talk about it would be better than nothing. Plus, you might get a kiss out of it or something."
If that was something Mary wanted, Tony figured she should have it. "But no, I mean - large groups of people who think I'm awesome, those guys listen to me. But the Avengers - that would be my immediate peers - would rather listen to a blonde guy whose torso is the shape of a dorito, and who prefers sitting very high up on the moral high ground. You may have met him, he's here. His name is Steve."