Phil suppressed the urge to groan. Fury was definitely not going to be pleased about this. Then, as he closed the door behind Clint, stepping nearer to another human being than he'd been in months, a surge of something like anger appeared in his belly. So Fury wouldn't be pleased. He was almost glad about that. It was insanity, really, for him to be expected to just live in seclusion, like a monk, for an undefined amount of time, just as it was ridiculous to expect that none of the Avengers would figure out Fury's lie. It felt like he was being punished for something he hadn't done, and he hadn't clearly realized that until being a few inches away from Clint made him want to embrace the other man with a disturbing intensity. There was a brief moment of longing for human contact that he had to tamp down forcefully and step away from.

"Do you want iced tea?" he asked, walking into the adjoining kitchen, because he needed to collect himself and frankly, his mouth was going drier every second. "It's flavored with mint from the garden." His daily routine now included a little weeding and watering--slow, easy movements that worked the muscles but didn't overexert him.