realistically, Steve's magnetic arm band thing from AoU that brought his shield back to him could never malfunction ever. Because it's Stark tech.
But imagine if it did one day because he tripped on the stairs and all 200 pounds of patriotic muscle landed squarely on it. so it just started yanking every thing even vaguely attracted to magnets right out of its place. imagine.
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Steve: *reaches for his shield mid mission*
Clint:
Steve:
Clint:
Steve:
Steve: what-
Clint, firmly attached to Steve's arm by his belt: YOU TELL ME
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Steve: *stretches*
Tony, holding onto the refrigerator for dear life as it barrells down the stairs and right into Steve's face: *SCREECHING*
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Steve, final-showdowning: five
Villain of the week: do I absolutely have to wait for your shield or can I go-
Steve: FOUR
Villain:
Steve: three
Steve: twO
Villain: I have to pick my daughter from ballet man
Steve: ONE
Steve: BOOM
Villain:
Villain: is that a paperclip-
Steve, crying: shut up
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Steve: oh my god. Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't mean to do that I promise oh my fucking god-
Natasha: okay you need to fix that thing
Steve: I PROMISE I WILL
Natasha: aight
Steve: ...
Steve, trying his best to dispel the mortifying awkwardness: so do you always keep an iron knife in your bra or-
Natasha: please stop talking