"The paragon of justice gets stolen from?" Tony couldn't help but laugh, putting the helmet under his arm as they started across the street. Tony wasn't entirely thrilled with the Not Real New York Style pizza but there was little he could do about it now. The sticky red and white table clothes, the plastic water tumblers...

Ugh.

It was a little more bearable that the old woman hostess didn't seem to recognize them though and told them to sit anywhere. Tony led the way to the back booth.

"So how was the ride for you?" he grinned. "Gotta say I enjoyed it."