Sunday Six
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever. (I've posted six-ish sentences because I'm greedy *G*)
Over in the corner of the room, Loki shakes his head, expression clearly saying what words cannot about his opinion of Tony Stark. Steve thinks it must be a pretty worrying sign when he’s agreeing with someone who just invaded America - and Tony, much as he might be irritating, had just more than proven he was more than what he appeared. Steve looks away from Loki and grins at Tony, trying to be good-natured. They’d all just been through something big together, after all.
“I’ll thank you now, instead. This is definitely a great meal.”
Clint shrugs, turning away from the conversation he’s been having in hushed tones with Natasha to chime in. “I’d have preferred pizza, but this’ll do.”
And with that comment, what Steve will later like to call the Great Food Debate of the New York Invasion begins.
Over in the corner of the room, Loki shakes his head, expression clearly saying what words cannot about his opinion of Tony Stark. Steve thinks it must be a pretty worrying sign when he’s agreeing with someone who just invaded America - and Tony, much as he might be irritating, had just more than proven he was more than what he appeared. Steve looks away from Loki and grins at Tony, trying to be good-natured. They’d all just been through something big together, after all.
“I’ll thank you now, instead. This is definitely a great meal.”
Clint shrugs, turning away from the conversation he’s been having in hushed tones with Natasha to chime in. “I’d have preferred pizza, but this’ll do.”
And with that comment, what Steve will later like to call the Great Food Debate of the New York Invasion begins.