Tony brought cereal. It's tradition. Of course, the physical presence of such characters as Count Chocula, Captain Crunch and the Cookie Crisp wizard on the table is in constant fluctuation as Pepper doesn't exactly deem breakfast cereal an appropriate Thanksgiving dish. But he'll do his damnedest to surreptitiously keep replacing them. It is his solemn, self-appointed duty.

Aside from that, he won't be in the kitchen much at all (except to mooch), instead falling comfortably into a familiar position of group socializing, never going long between conversations, whether it be with a glass of whiskey in hand before or after dinner, or during the dinner itself (where he'll have the usual Thanksgiving staples - and yes, a bowl of cereal). He's always got something to say, and this is a scene he's had to play many a time before. Even if this event was an extra weird one. It was strange, having everyone from their interrelated worlds over like this, teammates, allies, friends, parents - they hadn't had such a get-together since that meeting in the summer. A lot had changed since then, and this was very different from that occasion.

This was - you know. Something about gratitude, blah-blah friends and family, being thankful for the big and small things. Not his typical rap, but he supposed there was validity in that. Not that he'll be giving a dinner table speech, but he'd quietly appreciate this. If nothing else, for its relative normalcy. For once, he didn't mind a bit of normal.

Well. As normal as a Thanksgiving dinner full of superheroes can be, in any case.