It was one of those nights. Fury had gotten suspicious and they'd had to take him out. Captain America had beat up the best agents still in DC and gotten away from justice. Natasha Romanoff was in cahoots with him. It was all a mess and Alexander Pierce, thinking about it, decided that what he needed was a kitkat and some milk before bed.
Kitkats. They were Pierce's favorite candy and he hadn't had any in a long, long time. His mouth watered at the thought. How nice it had been of Renata to get him an entire bag that morning. He would have to remember this when it came time for bonuses.
He slid into a sweatshirt and padded out towards the kitchen. The sole thought in his mind was one of crunchy, chocolatey, sweet goodness. Thus, one can easily imagine his disappointment when he walked into the kitchen and saw a dark form leaning over the table.
Aw, man. The Asset. Nobody had asked him to come here! What on earth was he doing in the kitchen anyw-
Pierce's eye dropped to the bag of kitkats on the table. That is, what should have been a bag of kitkats had there still been kitkats inside. But Pierce's eyes could clearly see that the bag was empty. He raised his eyes to give the Asset a stare. He meant it to be threatening but he had a bad feeling it just looked astonished.
How could he eat his kitkats? Without milk? How could anyone eat a bag of kitkats without milk? But obviously the Asset had because he was sitting there in a sugarcoma, just watching Pierce, as if asking, "watcha gonna do about it, huh?"
Pierce moved to the refrigerator to hide the tears that were brimming into his eyes. No kitkats. And he couldn't argue with Barnes, that would get nowhere. He decided to be passive aggressive.
In his most sarcastic voice, he asked,
"Do you want some milk?"