He put the pizza into the oven and sat at the dining room table while it baked.

"How are you holding up? How does your arm feel?"

clean shirt from his bag and pulled it on. "I can put a frozen pizza in the oven if you want."

Meanwhile Clint had brought in some supplies and set up the security grid. He had taken his shirt off and was using the kitchen sink to wash his face when she came back down. He gave her a smile after drying off. "Comfy? There's some food in the freezer if you're hungry." He pulled a ~

"I can give you a job if it will help you feel better." He laughed as he gathered his gear. "There should be a change of clothes in the bedroom that by the looks of it should fit you well enough.