*Avengers' behavior in a restaurant*
Waitress: May I take your orders?
Tony: Just order whatever you want I own this place (literally)
Clint: Do they have pizza?
Bruce: Just... a salad would be nice.
Nat: I'm not ordering, I'll probably eat Clint and Tony's.
Bucky: ...I had something in mind but I forgot.
Wanda: Do you have any dishes originating from Sokovia?
Peter Q: Something out of this world.
MJ: I don't eat, I survive by absorbing the chaos radiating off others. But a pizza sounds good too.
Waitress: Can I help you with anything?
Thor: *throws napkin on the ground because he's not allowed to break glasses* Another!
Loki: This tastes horrible. There's nothing wrong with the food, I'm just a picky b*tch who finds fault in everything.
Sam: I'll pay you ten bucks if you poison the guy with the metal arm for me.
Rocket: I'll pay you twenty bucks if you steal that guy's metal arm for me.
Scott: I'MHAVINGSUPPERWITHTHEAVENGERSI'MFREAKINGOUT
Drax: You can't see me. I'm invisible. Who are you taking to?
Gamora: Some grapes would be nice. I love crushing them.
Waitress: What can I get you for dessert?
T'Challa: Anything frozen.
Peter P: Can I have ice cream with chocolate sprinkles?
Pietro: *bouncing around aggressively on a sugar-rush*
Shuri: Same as Peter, but with rainbow sprinkles.
Mantis: We are entering a desert? Some water would be useful.