If anything could be declared true or real on this planet...Stark would wake up to find his fridge full of prune juice sometime in the coming weeks. The fact that it would be his money used to pay for it would just be the extra bonus.

Pietro steals a slice of mango with ease and eats it leisurely with his fingers. He shrugs. "All I need now."

It's not a promise to stop with one favor, nor is it a suggestion that they'll be anything like even for this. But it's more relaxed than he's been around the older man before. "I eat more than the City gives me," he tells him, referring to his bank balance. "It's not fair to steal from the places here."