He glanced at the box, then the distance, and back at the box. Without knowing the exact weight . . . "Provided it doesn't have a tank in pieces, yeah. I'm stronger than I look." Steve snorted and went to pick up the box. He opened it with little effort, ripping the nailed-down lid right off before slamming it back down again. Nothing breakable inside, plus he got to show off with wood and nails. That was probably impressive, right?

Steve picked it up and hefted it, sending the crate sailing away to all but explode when it came down, spilling the contents everywhere. He started to walk toward the mess, catching Ronan's arm as he went to pull the guy along with a smirk, "There, see? Now we have to go clean it up."