"We'll have all the pizza we can wish for in the next weeks."

Well, unless someone would try and lock them up tomorrow, but Clint decided he didn't want to ponder about that anymore right now and didn't lose his grin for even a second.

"Chinese sounds perfect."

He suppressed a yawn and took a lazy look around, trying to remember where he had thrown his jacket, when he remembered, Natasha had his phone.

"I'm afraid, we'll just have to get up for that, though."