If it's what she wanted then Clint wouldn't complain. If she'd vocalized her doubts he'd have told her to stick with it. He'd still be supportive even if it crushed him, because just like all the other times Clint would simply back down for her.

"Big greasy pizza, clean sheets, might even get some 'snuggles' if you're lucky." He grinned, following after her like the puppy he was, nodding eagerly at her suggestion and following through the door.

He had to change, couldn't exactly go into the outside world wearing his black ensemble, opting for his usual choice of jeans, a shirt and jacket, minus the shooting glove which he off course took extra care with.

The ride wasn't awkward, he made light conversation with jokes thrown here and there, pointed out new buildings that had finished construction since she'd been gone, told her about the crazy pigeon lady who'd accosted him on his early morning runs five times in one week before he'd caved and handed her a few dollars to buy bird seed to feed the birds like that musical with the flying nanny.

Take out would be awkward and would take forever if they phoned it through, so he'd stopped briefly to disappear into a greasy pizza shop, one of the best because New York simply had the best pizza and when he returned he made her nurse it carefully as if it was a child. One pizza with extra cheese and an assortment of toppings they both liked.

It was in a shady parking spot in the Stark Tower where he caved, he hadn't just picked this spot on a whim. A blind spot in the camera system, one Stark still hadn't fixed and he took full pleasure in abusing it by leaning over to kiss her, subtly checking on the pizza as well.

"Tomorrow I'll make you that breakfast in bed, y'know I like to keep my promises."