Luca, who was chilling on a couch in one of the many, many living rooms in the Avenger's compound/mansion scrolled on his phone absentmindedly.

Tony walked passed him, glancing around the room, where Sam Wilson was on another couch. Scott Lang paced around a kitchenette, concocting something that consisted of marshmallows and chocolate.

It was around 8pm, and Stark had taken the initiative in making dinner plans for the team. It wasn't going very well.

"Alright!... What do y'all want to eat tonight? I'm thinkin' sushi."