sandwiches through the

Director Fury was just asking Natasha to do it when Tony jumped in and volunteered to take her place. The rest of the team- quotation marks were probably necessary around the last word, he figured- and Fury, even, were looking at him as if he'd gone mad, and maybe he had, but really, weren't they used to his impulsive nature by now? He didn't have any particular reason for wanting to be the one who shoved Loki's dinner through a slot. But maybe, he thought, maybe he could get something out of the guy. Information, since they'd all been in a state of trench warfare for about twenty-four hours by now.

It had been Steve, actually, and not Thor who had pointed out that they'd have to feed Loki sometime. Thor, rather, pointed out that they didn't need to eat as often as humans did. And ignored it when Bruce gave the sandwich in the Asgardian's hand a humored look. Fury didn't really give a damn either way, but after Steve insisted it had seemed appropriate for Tony to volunteer, if only to spite the patriotic bastard. So that was probably his reason, anyway. A pretty valiant one.

(In which Tony and Steve figure out Loki's plan and Loki screws with Tony's head) One-shot.