“Couch,” Steve clarified. “I’m not getting pizza on the bed.” He kissed him again and walked downstairs with him. They got to the garage and Steve pulled out the keys to his Camero, sliding inside and waiting for Clint to do the same. “Do we need to stop for anything else while we’re getting food?” he asked, pulling out of the garage and away from SHIELD.
Clint laughed a little and nodded, getting into the car. “I don’t think we need anything right now? Unless you wanted to get something?” he asked as he buckled in and reached to lay a hand on Steve’s knee.
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