"Speak to the lady that confiscated it," Tony complained, sighing as he felt the swelling start to go down. The man was impossibly stubborn. He really needed to just lay back and relax.

Natasha pointed to the ten stack of pies in the corner.

"Nice of you to bring us some, Stark," she said, that knowing smile back again when they let Tony sit up so that they could work on his ribs.

She was a minx. Tony couldn't say anything about it either without giving it away that he had brought it for Steve. "Just save me a box," he muttered. "I'm starving."