"Dinner's on the way, too," Jim said, heading in to put the crate down. "That nice Chinese place about four blocks away. I ordered the whole restaurant."

"My treat," Tony crowed from the couch.

Jim just shrugged, glancing from Steve to Clark and back. "Fine with me. No problem letting the rich guy pay for stuff."

Clint, meanwhile, was in the other apartment, laying out some bedrolls for people to use later. There was a functioning bathroom in the other apartment, after all, and even a kitchen - there just wasn't any food in it.