A/N: Have a delicious Thanksgiving everyone!

Thanksgiving

Captain Rogers looked down at the bread pudding he was handed. "Remind me again why we're doing this at my home instead of the multi-million dollar mansion?" He raised a hand and smiled. "Correction. Multi-billion dollar mansion."

"Well because." Pepper gave a charming smile and looked around. "It has that homey American feel. Also," she raised a finger. "If the boys get a little rowdy around the turkey and end up creating a miniature warzone, it'll be less expensive to repair the damages."

He tilted his head. "You do plan ahead don't you?"

"Don't get me started. I've already prepared letters to fifty different nations explaining why the strange things they see in the sky aren't alien invaders but Tony Stark's imagination on overdrive." Her gaze shifted past him, and her smile widened.

Rogers felt an arm wrap around his shoulders.

"Pepper." Stark moved his mustache side to side.

"Mr. Stark," she said. "I've gotta say, I am very surprised you went through with this."

"Basting those breasts was a daunting task at first. But you know, I got through it."

Steve rubbed the underside of his nose. "He knocked a candle over and it fell into a vat of grease, lighting the turkey on fire."

Pepper cupped her mouth.

Tony coughed through his fist. "Oh good, you brought bread pudding."

The trio entered the dining room that was prepared like a banquet. Three turkeys laid at the center, one a lot blacker than the others. The large guest list required a few extra chairs to be shoved under the table. The lack of elbow room was quite noticeable.

Banner had his finger tips together and was staring at the turkeys. "I guess the one on the right is mine."

"Then I shall have the crispier one," Thor bellowed. "Charred meat is good for the heart."

Natasha frowned. "Not so much."

"Guys take it easy," Rogers said. "There's more than just turkey on the table."

Clint passed a bowl of mashed turnips to Fury. "Turnips sir?"

Fury stared at him a long moment, then took the bowl. "It's Thanksgiving Clint. You call me sir again, and I'm going to fling my stuffing at you with my spoon."

Rogers watched in bewilderment as everyone grabbed at the food like hungry savages. He cleared his throat. "So, who would like to say grace?"

Thor's fist slammed the table and everyone's food fell off their forks. "Yes! We must say some words before our feast." He held his wine glass high and it shattered between his fingers. He looked down at the mess and frowned. "Such fragile things."

Natasha picked a piece of glass out from her mashed potatoes and flicked it over her shoulder.

Thor continued. "Nick Fury brought us together during a time of war. We come from distant galaxies," he looked at Rogers, "we come from different times. But now we find ourselves here. Together. Never would I have thought such a world could defend itself against the hostilities of the universe." His smile dimmed to apprehension. "How wrong I was. We are no longer only soldiers who fought side by side. We are comrades, and I am more than happy to drink to each and every one of you."

Glasses raised. Steve grinned and gave a solid nod to Thor. They were strange, crazy, reckless and unkempt, and he was ever grateful to have met them.