FOOD WAR

Steve doesn't hide anything from his team mates because there's no need to, and he's a terrible liar. But something is meant to be kept hidden for a good reason. A really good steak house in Brooklyn, run by the son from his WWII war veteran, who gladly gives him a private room far from the prying eyes so he can devour the meat in peace. He has kept the secret for half a year, before someone rudely appears before him with a huge, pleasant and sneaky grin.

'I'm sorry Captain,' the owner tried to apologize. 'But ehm… I…. I… really don't know how to say no about this.'

Steve sighed. 'It's all right Tom. This one has that effect on people.' Frankly, he doubts no human is capable saying no to a certain demigod who looks so pleased with himself at the moment. ' What would you like to order Thor?'

'I'll have whatever the good Captain is having thank you.' The ever polite Prince answered. 'The same portion please.'

Tom smile brightly. 'Of course Sir.' Then he goes to tell his kitchen staff to prepare another big feast fit for a god.

Steve eyes Thor warily. 'How do you know this place?'

'I followed you.'

'You just happened to follow me?'

'It's not that hard since you decided to walk. A long one I might say. But I was on my way to your place when I saw you went out from your apartment so I decided to follow you. Forgive me Steve, but I was only curious why did you decide to have a stroll at 11 PM.' Thor is grinning jovially. "And I'm very pleased I did. This is most excellent reason.'

The demigod is sometimes too curious for his own good, but Steve can't really get mad at him because Thor is an alien. A stubborn alien who keeps referring earth as Midgard, and with a child like enthusiasm for its culture.

'Is there any reason you went to see me Thor?'

'I was hungry.'

'What?' Steve stares at his friend in disbelieve. 'Did Tony or Clint hide your pop tart again?'

'No, I just miss your cooking. You haven't invited any of us for dinner lately.'

Steve laughs. 'I'm sorry Thor, I have no idea you or anyone else really looking forward for my dinner invitation.'

'It is not a joke captain.' A lot of time Thor is baffled how someone who is clearly an inspiration for so many human could be so clueless about his self worth. 'None of us really live a normal life; but every time we spend time having dinner in your place we are reminded of home. No matter where our homes are.'

Steve is floored by Thor's confession. ' I have no idea. I only thought how nice it is to be able to spend a relaxing dinner with my friends.'

'Plus, you really are a good cook.'

'Is that why you all breaking into my apartment all the time?'

'yes.' Answers Thor shamelessly.

So Captain America and The Prince of Asgard continue to have their huge meals in a quiet steak house in a middle of the night somewhere in Brooklyn uninterrupted. They managed to keep it a secret for 2 months until a very hungry Clint Barton barged into the restaurant from the window, loudly demanding why he wasn't invited or even informed to this very delicious steak house. Of course the rest of the team followed closely. Tony was as bad as Barton, whining for being uninvited, Bruce and Pepper with their apologetic smile, and a very grumpy Black Widow who after this practically lives in Steve's apartment, refusing to let him out of sight. Her failure to notice secret eatery of Captain America and God Of Thunder has bruised her ego badly. And nobody know how long the red head hold a grudge.