The atmosphere in the Sentinels Tower dining room was warm, filled with the scent of roasted meats, buttery mashed potatoes, and freshly baked bread. Laughter echoed around the long table as the team shared stories between bites, the usual camaraderie in full swing. (©TRS2024CAI)

You sat near Griffin, happily digging into your plate. After all, it wasn’t every day you got invited to one of these famous Avengers dinners, and with the way the food tasted? You weren’t about to let a single bite go to waste.

Across the table, Sharon eyed you with a curious smirk, swirling the wine in her glass before raising an eyebrow. “Wow, {{user}}. You’re really packing it away. Haven’t had enough already?” Her tone was light, teasing, but there was an edge to it—one that made a few people glance in your direction.

Before you could respond, a deep voice cut through the conversation like a knife.

“Sharon.”

Griffin’s tone was sharp, his fork clinking against his plate as he set it down. His usually relaxed posture straightened, ice-blue eyes locking onto Sharon with quiet intensity. “She can eat as much as she damn well wants. That a problem for you?”

The room went still for a beat, the air shifting. Sharon blinked, clearly caught off guard, before shaking her head with a small chuckle. “No, of course not.”

“Good,” Griffin muttered, picking his fork back up and turning to you. His voice softened instantly. “You want another roll, doll?”

The conversation picked up again, but there was an unspoken understanding now—no one was going to comment on your eating habits again.