Natasha never really settles after a fight. She's always on edge, waiting for another enemy to come out. And she'd be ready for them. But sitting there in the shawarma shop, something Tony absolutely insisted on them doing (and she had to admit she was a little hungry after saving the world) the real shock came from glancing to her left.

There was Steve Rogers, super solider, Captain America, completely and totally asleep on his hand. After his fourth shawarma Natasha expected him to go another round. But there the man was, dozing lightly but still in the realm of sleep.

She knew they would have to wake him up sooner or later, but she was in favor of the later.

Clint was a man of routine. He stayed away from most human contact, he saw better from a distance, and he always had the same food with the same drinks. However... he found he really liked the shawarma. Not that he would ever tell Stark. Idiot would start gloating about how good his ideas were and how amazing he was, being a genius and all. If he didn't, that'd be surprising. And he was hardly ever surprised, working for Fury and SHIELD did that for you.

But he sure as Hell was shocked when he started breathing again after consuming his shawarma. Rogers was fast asleep, leaning on his hand. Clint knew the super solider had had a rough day, Hell they all did, but he didn't expect this.

Deciding to completely ignore the man to let him get some much needed sleep, he ordered a second. He figured he could take this one back with him if he finished.

Thor was loud. He always knew that. It was one of the many reasons he was 'God of Thunder', as the humans called it. But when he glanced to his right, just to check on his teammate of course (not to see if he was finished with shawarma) he found the man asleep. He knew humans were fragile, but when he saw the Captain America take a shot to the stomach, then stand once more, he thought this one tougher. But it seemed like even the greatest and strongest of the humans had to succumb to sleep. Thor pondered this as he stealthily as to not the wake the man who would surely slap his hand away from the discarded by default shawarma, as Stark called it.

Bruce knew the human body quite well. For a very, very, very small time he believed he could still be human with the 'other guy' hanging around. Although that was never to be the case, once more he found himself surprised how hard the human body could be pushed. Stark had been dead for a few minutes, Barton and Romanoff were actually conscious after the beating they took, and...

Huh. Guess he was right, a little. It was strange. Captain America could withstand anything. But apparently, he was still susceptible to the basest of human physiology. Sleep. He slowly took a sip of his drink, casually and quietly. There was no need to upset the delicate balance that even the Captain was a part of.

Tony Stark was not known for being compassionate. Or polite. Or mature. But as he watched Steve Rogers, Captain America, the world's first super solider/superhero totally and idiotically fall asleep on his hand after his fourth shawarma, he did nothing. Not even a slight clearing of his throat to wake the dude. He knows the first rule of any party, and that's exactly what this was, was never be the first one to fall asleep. Because that only ended in disaster and getting Sharpied, usually on the person's face. Unless they were a girl, but with Natasha there Tony didn't dare think about that because he was almost positive the woman could read his thoughts. But something in the back of his mind told him leave the sleeping super solider lie.

But if he fell asleep on the ride back, Tony was marking the man with whatever his armor had left. Whether it was a Sharpie or a pulsar blast.