“Well, I wish that I could print pizza in my living room and that you weren’t so stupid, so I guess we both want things,” Tony said, feeling pretty pleased with himself about all of this. His eyes were bright and he couldn’t help but grin at his own reflection in the glass above the heating window. “Oh, and an order of garlic knots.”

He didn’t think about what was being recorded. Or that Pepper might not completely agree with the way he was treating Steve right now, or how she would easily gather that he’d made him a cake and taken him out on his birthday when he’d forgotten about hers completely.

That was a shame.

“Do I have to start sending you weekly love notes now, Yankee Doodle?”