"Well, I'd tell you how we liasons go about procuring take out, but," she paused and tweaked his nose lightly. "I'd have to kill you. Classified SHIELD secret." She reached over and stole his papers from his fingers, walking off to get the menu in the desk. "You are not allowed to go off and play lone hero while I'm getting you food, Steve. Sorry." She did wonder what had made him have the funny expression before during the op, but didn't press at the moment.
"Hello, I need two orders of BBQ ribs, combo chow fun and some fried rice..."