Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers, Guardians, or McDonalds, as awesome as that would be.

This is just a quick one-shot that I wrote a while ago. Hope ya'll enjoy! (Also, the "Peter" mentioned in this is Peter Quill, not Peter Parker.)

Drax held up the golden-brown stick and eyed it warily, "What is this?"

Tony looked up from munching on his chicken nuggets, "Oh, that's a french fry."

Drax didn't look reassured, "A… french fry?"

"Yup."

He looked around the table at his friends, waiting for someone to elaborate, "What exactly isa french fry?"

"It's what you're holding," Natasha said helpfully, through a mouthful of hamburger.

"I know that," Drax said impatiently, "But what isit?"

"Okay, there's this country called France and the people who lived there are French. They took those and fried them, making french fries."

Drax looked at him confused, "Someone fried the French?"

"Look, if you don't want it, I'll take it," Peter said, reaching across the table for the fry Drax still held in his hand.

"No!" Drax said, pulling it away from him, "You will NOT steal my fried French!"

Peter shrugged and went back to eating his Big Mac.

"So this is a fried Frenchman?"

"Why does it even matter so much?" Gamora asked, exasperatedly.

"It was a potato, not a Frenchman." This came from Steve who had, up until now, been quietly eating the orange from Thor's happy meal, and greatly enjoying the conversation.

"They were the people of Potato?"

Bruce stared at him, "They weren't people."

"Whatever they were, they are delicious," Thor stated, popping a fry into his mouth.

"Well, WHAT is a potato?"

"Why don't you just quit whining, and eat the dang thing!" Rocket exclaimed.

"I am Groot."

"See, Groot likes them!" Rocket pointed at Groot, who was happily eating a large container of fries.

"Does he know what potatoes are?"

Groot shook his head.

"Then how can he like them?!"

"Drax, potatoes were just little bulb-shaped vegetables that you plant in the ground and they grow. They were never people and they've never had feelings, so just eat it!" Natasha said.

Drax looked at the french fry tentatively. Everyone watched as he hesitantly put it into his mouth and slowly chewed. His eyes lit up, "These are good!" He quickly devoured the rest of his french fries, and then reached for Peter's.

"Hey!" Peter exclaimed, yanking them away, "No touchy!"

Tony stood up and gathered his trash, "Who wants a milkshake?"

Drax looked up, "What is a milkshake?"

The End