They ate shwarma.
They were all too exhausted to say much of anything. They'd managed to dodge any form of parasitic press attacks that'd somehow survived the horror and destruction of the Chituari's attack, and ducked inside the Shwarma place to wait for SHIELD to arrive instead of Stark Towers. None of them, surprisingly, were too hurt besides Roger's bad burn from a weapon he took to the stomach, but he'd waved off their prodding and said he was fine for now.
So they sat down—exhausted, beat, spent—and ate shwarma. Either they were too tired to say anything, or had realized that besides saving the world, they really didn't have much in common. Banner and Thor were the only ones who really had enough energy to eat their share of food—Bruce probably used to the international taste and Thor chewing as if he wasn't quite sure what he was eating but going to eat it anyways. Rogers was half asleep, head buried in one of his hands, hardly having touched any of his food—while Romanoff, Barton and Stark all poking at their own food with various levels of enthusiasm.
The idea of getting food had been easily agreed to—but now they were waiting. Eating. Not quite a team but getting there.
"What about him?" Stark had asked back at his tower even after they had phoned back to SHIELD, jerking his hand at Loki by the wall.
They all looked at each other—and no one had an answer.
They cuffed Loki to a table a few feet away. A plate of shwarma one of the ladies who own the restaurant had placed in front of him was just out of his reach. Loki subtly tried to strain with wrists cuffed to the table for the plate. Stark equally as subtly leaned back in his chair and pushed the plate further away.
Loki sighed, deflating back into his chair.
And so they sat in silence and ate shwarma.
A story born out of the combination of the need to write something humorous after intense and totally manly sob fest I had after Walking Dead conclusion, a personal challenge from a friend to write something under five hundred words, and a break from the intensity of NaNoWriMo.
I might need to write something depressing as well. I HAVE ALL THESE FEELS.
*salutes*
-Fleet