Chocolate pie. Because what else? It's sweet, simple, and something he can actually make without screwing it up too badly. And he had only a few hours before his little girl got back from S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ. He asked one of his neighbors to look after Lucky so the dog wouldn't try to eat something he really shouldn't.

Clint pulled together the ingredients: frozen pie crust, chocolate pudding mix, and cool whip - okay, he didn't take the cool whip out, but he checked to make sure it was in the fridge. He mixed the pudding and put it in the fridge before putting the pie crust in the oven. When it was done, he pulled it out and checked the pudding.

"Not yet..."

Clint closed the fridge and then turned on he radio. He checked on the pudding another hour or so later, finding that it had set. He took it out and filled the pie crust with it. He pulled the cool whip out of the fridge and got a spoon out of the silverware drawer. He dropped a few dollops on top of the pie before swirling them around to mix with some of the pudding on top and swirl it to a point in the middle.

Clint put the pie in the fridge and then took the spoon and cool whip with him into the living room of the apartment to eat it while the radio played 80's music.

It was another hour or so before he heard a key in the lock. He rushed to put the empty cool whip container in the trash and the spoon in the dishwasher. The door opened as he opened the dishwasher. He dropped the spoon and quickly used his arm to wipe his mouth before walking back out into the living room and bracing for the tackle-hug he got from his daughter.

Clint held Kathryn close, "Welcome home, kitty-Kat."

"Thanks, Dad."

"Happy sixteenth!"

Kathryn laughed, "You remembered!"

"And I made pie."

Kathryn jerked back and looked him in the eye, saying, seriously, "Chocolate?"

Clint grinned down at his little girl, "What else?"

Kathryn ran into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She let out a delighted squeal and pulled the pie out onto the counter.

"Can we have it now, or should we wait until after dinner?"

Clint shrugged, "Whatever you want. Hey, I'm going to get Lucky."

"Alright."

Clint brought Lucky back into the apartment, and the retriever jumped on Kathryn until she had to sit down so he could curl up - or try to curl up - on her lap. They ate pie, and had a hell of a time trying to keep Lucky from eating it.