Notes: First, in case you missed it, "Return of the Son of Coul" has been posted. You can find a link to it in my profile. As for these drabbles, we talk a little about everyone. Thanks again for reading!


Photograph

Steve always collected photographs when he could. Before they were mementos of the Howling Commandos. He'd found a number of the pictures when he returned from the ice, but the faces that once gave him a sense of belonging and camaraderie now made him feel alone and old. He'd given the pictures to Phil as a Welcome Back from the Dead present.

He wasn't sure who put the new picture on the refrigerator in his quarters. It was of the team laughing over some story the wildly gesticulating Tony was telling over pizza.

Maybe Steve could start a new collection.

Legend

Norse lore had several things correct when it came to Thor: his superior strength, his trusted Mjolnir, and the ridiculous good looks, but there were also a number of things that legend didn't about the demi-god.

There were the things that were easy to guess, like how he can drink anyone under the table. But some things were truly unexpected: how he will pout for hours if you do not let him win at least one game of Mario Kart, how deafening his snores are, and how picky he is about which flavors of Pop-Tarts are stocked in the kitchen.

Goose

Their first Christmas together, everyone contributed something to the menu. Clint baked cookies, Steve made yams, Coulson made his mother's homemade rolls, Bruce provided mashed potatoes that were to die for, and Thor mistook the traditional fruitcake as something everyone liked in real life and not just in Christmas movies. Natasha's contribution was to spike the eggnog even more than it already was.

And Tony arranged for the goose. He didn't know why, and didn't want to think about it too long, but the Christmas goose was one of the few good memories he had with his parents growing up.

Bread

Steve calls it breaking bread, but the general rule is the team eats dinner together at least three times a week. The days vary depending on meetings, attacks, and the odds of dragging Bruce and Tony from their experiments, but they usually are pretty good at sticking to it. It doesn't mean it's always pleasant or dignified. There are arguments on what the menu you will be, but never arguments on whether or not it will happen. Because deep down they are a collection of misfits who've never felt like they belonged until they were forced together as a team.

Computer

"Hey, Computer."

"Barton, how many times do I have to tell you his name is Jarvis?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, about that. Any chance you can change its voice to a woman's?"

Tony rolls his eyes. "Because fighting aliens twice a week isn't enough to feel like Star Trek, you now want me to modify my AI?"

"See? You already understand."

"What is this trek among the stars you speak of?" Thor asks.

"It's a great show, buddy," Clint answers while Tony begrudgingly nods his head in agreement. "I'll watch it with you some time. You're going to love the Klingons."