Hipster ketchup
"Tony told me I should try sriracha," says Steve. "He called it 'hipster ketchup.'"
Thor finishes slurping his pho. "Are you a hipster?"
"Pretty sure he's the opposite of a hipster," says Bruce, methodically ripping up basil stalks and dumping them in his bowl.
Steve squirts the sriracha over his noodles and studies it floating in the broth. "I like the color. That's a good red."
"Enjoy it while it lasts," says Bruce. "The town where they make it might shut the plant down."
Thor knits his brow. "Why would they?"
"I guess it makes the air impossible to breathe or something? Little things."
"In Svartlheim once--"
The noise Steve makes as his eyes water and he grabs the nearest glass of water (which happens to be Thor's) makes heads turn all over the little hole-in-the-wall.
"Oh, oh gosh," says Bruce, trying not to smile. "It is kinda spicy if you're not used to it. I guess that wasn't standard-issue in the '40s."
"It's not that," Steve manages. "It's the serum. Amplified everything -- including taste buds."
Curious, Thor reaches for the bottle of sriracha and liberally douses what's left of his pho.
"I'll get used to it," Steve says, and wipes his eyes. "Phwew! Wow. Pretty good once you get past that, though."
"Yeah," says Bruce. "Maybe we'll work our way up to the vindaloo."