New York, Manhattan.
The apartment was ablaze with lights.
A world-shaking battle had only just taken place.
But for the members of the Justice League, life had to go on.
Luca was a man of his word.
Since he had promised to treat Gwen Stacy to a late-night meal, he certainly wouldn't go back on it.
But he obviously wasn't going to settle for buying a snack from a street stall.
As a man of the Stark Family, he had to go all out.
So, at that very moment, our Happy stood at the kitchen entrance, sweating profusely as he directed several busy chefs.
Just half an hour earlier.
Happy had brought bodyguards to drag a Michelin three-star chef in New York out of bed.
At first, the French chef had been furious, shouting that he would call the police and saying this was an insult to the art of French cuisine.
"Sir, perhaps I can persuade you."
Happy hadn't gotten angry.
Instead, he had slapped a check with six zeros on it against the chef's face and told him that tonight's diners were the Justice League, who had just saved the world.
The chef's attitude had immediately done a complete one-eighty.
"Sir, your sincerity has moved me."
The chef had enthusiastically kissed Happy, then eagerly set off with his team and ingredients.
Now, the atmosphere in the dining room was delicate.
The table was laden with exquisite French dishes.
Luca sat boldly at the head of the table, having changed into a shirt.
To his left sat Gwen Stacy, who had changed into casual clothes.
To his right was Wanda, wearing a long red dress with a slit.
Not to be outdone, Gwen Stacy was the first to pick up her knife and fork, cut off a small piece