Avengers Taco Tuesday
[The table was long—but it did make an impressive sight, didn't it? All set up, just to the side of the equally long island in the (well-stocked) common kitchen—the island was loaded down with all kinds of ingredients for tacos. Steve hadn't had Mexican food in... well, in about 75 years. They were too common back in the day, but New York was metropolitan and it had everything, even then. It smelled good too.
He was just finishing up washing his hands. Gray slacks belted high on his natural waist and a button-down tucked in, Steve smiled at the doctor. He hoped this was a good idea too, but he didn't let himself overthink it.
It was nearing the prescribed time, he saw, so he went to the table to grab a plate for Bruce. He handed it to the man, indicating he should start building his own taco.] You better watch out. Stark will hire you as his chef.