The battle weary group sat hunched over their impromptu victory meal of shawarma, each member of the team engrossed in their own thoughts. Tony glanced around the table, not missing shadows of pain in Roger's eyes or the half-lidded glances Banner kept stealing at agent Romanoff.
It seemed that he wasn't the only one that noticed Banner's wandering eye. Agent Barton gently cleared his throat and nodded at her seat when Natasha looked at him. She immediately understood and in a gesture borne of long familiarity scooted forward in her chair so he could prop his leg up behind her. Tony took a large bite of his pita to stifle a chuckle at the deliberate look Barton shot at Bruce. He made a mental note to have some fun with that little interchange later.