"That's the pizza. Barton, can you get the door? Money is on the counter."
It was a simple question as the doorbell rang on their innocent movie night but there was so much more to this than just getting the pizza. It was about 4 weeks in the making as he had been trying to figure out how to tell Clint and had finally been given the go ahead to execute his plan. Sterling had called the pizza place with a very special request. He had asked them to shape the pepperoni into letters to spell out a message for the man and to sweeten the deal, as he was paying a bit extra for that craftsmanship anyway, he had said the delivery person would get to meet an Avenger.
They had been remarkably game for their little scheme.
Sterling exchanged a glance to Chen, smirking in anticipation, and waited for Clint to agree and move toward the door.
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