Post battle found them in Stark's precious shawarma restaurant.
Loki had been put in protective custody, this time handcuffed and muzzled, with the scepter safe in secure storage.
The Tesseract had been stabilized by Selvig, and secured with a 24/7 watch.
Once Bruce had calmed down enough to change back, and gone off to find clothes to save himself some semblance of dignity, he made sure that none of the rest of the team had sustained injuries. Except for being covered in dirt and grime, with some bruises and scratches, they were fine.
So, after cleaning up, and, in Stark's case, changing, they headed to the shawarma place.
The appearance of five handsome, and in the case of two, unnaturally buff, men and one fearsome looking women had shocked the owners of the place, two middle aged, sour looking people, especially with the restaurant trashed because of the invasion.
Most sensible, normal, everyday New Yorkers were staying at home, cleaning up on the streets, or in the buildings, doing anything but going out and eating, for God's sake.
But these six were clearly not normal, everyday, sensible, or anything of that kind, so, alas, post-battle had found them in Stark's precious shawarma restaurant.
For a couple minutes, after receiving their shawarmas, the team was actually quiet, no mean feat, until, of course-
"Well" Tony said "that was…fun."
They stared at him in disbelief.
"Fighting an evil army from God knows where with a psychopath as a leader and nearly dying more than once was fun?" Natasha asked.
"Of course. Did you not see that awesome nosedive I pulled off? Or the sweep? Or how 'bout the all-sacrificial saving New York from a nuke and sacrificing myself in the process thing?" He replied. "It was awesome! Plus, as an added bonus, we kicked lots of evil alien asses, and now we're eating shawarma, which, by the way, I find delicious."
They stared at him once more.
Steve shook his head. "Stark, you are really something else."
"Aww, thanks Cap! You guys bring out the best in me."
Post battle found them eating in silence in Stark's precious shawarma restaurant. But the silence wasn't awkward, or one w=filled with tension, It was a companionable silence, one where each was beginning to discover the others.
They weren't a team yet- far from it- but they were getting there.