"Budding Steve and Thor Friendship" requested by Squirreltastic
"What is this called?" Thor asked, pointing at the dip…thing in front of him.
Steve shook his head. "I think it's hummus. From the Middle East, right?"
Steve didn't know who he was asking, he and Thor were alone in the Tower's kitchen.
JARVIS popped up "Yes sir, it is indeed hummus."
Both Steve and Thor jumped out of their seats at that, just a little.
"I find this technology disturbing," Thor muttered, dipping some chips in the hummus and devouring them.
"You know, buddy, so do I."
"I rather think hummus is better with the pita bread to your left, Master Thor."
"Is all Midguardian technology this judgmental, Steven?" Thor asked.
Steve couldn't help but laugh. "I think it's a Stark Tech thing."
They were surrounded by food of various kinds. From the typical junk food that even Steve could recognize, along with the occasional cold sandwich to things he never even heard of before today.
"My treat, for you two human vacuum cleaners. If you're gonna eat me out of house and home, at least mix it up every once in a while." Tony had said, before having the food brought in.
Steve had to admit he had a point. Thor's diet had been extensively meat and mead before this. He thought he was a little better.
Thor wiped his hand on the napkin in front of him and took a drink of something vaguely smelling of coffee.
"I do not know what this is either," Thor remarked, "but it is remarkably wonderful. Not the regular Midguardian coffee, I do not think. Here, taste," Thor said, handing Steve his cup.
It wasn't like either of them could really get sick, per se, but Steve had his own cup. But Steve couldn't help being charmed by it.
Steve obliged him by taking a sip.
And promptly spat it out.
"That is not coffee. It brings shame to the name coffee."
Thor pulled back in mock horror. "I will not see you dishonor this most valiant drink. What is it called, JARVIS the judgmental one?"
"That," JARVIS said, sounding more amused than any AI should, "Is a cappuccino with a double pump of french vanilla syrup."
"Disgusting." Steve said, making a face. "Why did anyone think they could improve on coffee?"
"Does that mean you will not be drinking your own cup?" Thor asked, thoughtfully.
"It's all yours," Steve snapped, shoving the cup in Thor's direction.
"Most excellent," Thor replied, stroking the cup lightly. "Steven here simply does not appreciate you. His tastes aren't as dignified as mine, do not take it to heart."
He couldn't help but laugh, which was apparently what Thor was hoping for, because he burst into gleeful laughter too.
"One of these days," Steve said, wiping tears from his eyes, "I'm gonna show you what real coffee tastes like."
"Oh I have partaken in all sorts of coffee, Captain, and I declare this to be the very best."
"Next you'll be saying Chicago Pizza is better than New York."
"Is it not?" Thor asked quizzically, "I find the deeper pizza to be more satisfying than that thin flabby kind the people of this state prefer."
"Are you kidding me? You…that's sacrilegious, do you know that? You're insulting an institution here. Once we finally put all this food away," Steve said, waving an arm at the spread in front of them, "I'll get you the best pizza this state has to offer and you'll shudder to think you used to like Chicago pizza."
"I am not one to back down from a challenge," Thor responded, "But I do not shift allegiances easily. You will have to work hard to win me to this…cardboard with sauce you call a meal."
"Oh, cardboard with sauce?" Steve asked, " Let's put this food away and take this to the gym, yeah? I'll make you regret those words."
"I'd be delighted to." Thor replied.
After the 'fighting' and the pizza, dinner and conversation became their thing. Bruce and Tony had science, Natasha and Clint had their spy business and Thor and Steve had good food and good company.