"You know, that’s the first time I’ve seen someone react that badly to shawarma. Didn’t do any good for your stomach, Cap?” He can’t say he remember much of the dinner, having just picked at his food and then casually pick at other people’s food.
But he hadn’t been feeling shawarma himself lately. In fact, he’s sort of craving—
"How about some soup and a sandwich?"
"It was too strong. Please, don’t get me wrong, there are a lot of things I have never tasted before and enjoy eating a lot now but I’m just not thrilled to eat it.” He will not answer to Tony’s question how his stomach reacted to the shawarma. Really, Tony should know better than to think that Steve’s body was working in any other way than the one way it should. If not even alcohol bring his system out the system, why would food?
“Sounds great. Are we going to walk there or… ——Scratch that. I forgot that some of us are still being recognized on the street.” While it was easier — not perfectly easy — for Steve to walk down the street, he did not doubt that together with Tony, they wouldn’t even be able to take a step out of the building without having paparazzi and fans surrounding them.