The knock might have been familiar, but Daisy was expectantly still where she landed (a heavy thunk of her boots on the floor as though in reply to his knocking) in the doorway, fists tight, until Alex closed the door behind him. She followed slowly, and hung back until he moved away from the food and she could reach for the beer first, then change her mind when she found it warm, tipping the bottle over on its side to roll slowly down the table as she tore open the bag of food. Her House Special smelled edible enough from perfunctory investigation, so she snapped a pair of chopsticks with her teeth and free hand dug in with enthusiasm.
"So let's go," she finally spoke, mouth full of noodles. There had been more than enough eating and waiting; they hadn't even done so much waiting for Fury. They at least had space there, and Daisy and Alex wouldn't be buying a personal gym any time soon if this was how long it took to get anything done.