Re: Avengers Taco Tuesday
[Steve grabbed a tortilla from the heated confines of aluminum foil. He started to work on his own creation, but he too glanced up. He didn't entirely understand the need for conversation in spaces (Well, he understood, but didn't share the need). Maybe it was a generational thing. It wasn't that he never felt the need to fill in space with words, because he did, but that was generally in an already tense situation or around a woman he maybe thought was pretty. With friends—with people he considered friends—he was happy to move through a companionable silence, to let it pool around their feet.
He smiled softly at the doctor as he leaned over the stew that smelled like chile powder.] Thank you. I'll remember that.