Clint didn't want to think about what kind of trouble he'd get into, when he got back to headquarters. He'd been staying with the rest of the Avengers (minus Thor, who was still on Asgard) at Tony's mansion, but disappeared back to his S.H.I.E.L.D funded apartment when he needed time to himself. They were used to it, his disappearing act, so it wouldn't have raised any suspicion. He was angry, a bone-deep feeling, and he didn't trust himself to not sock Fury in the face for this one.

"Go on then," he said, following Coulson into the kitchen. He didn't want to leave much distance between them. He hated the thought that this could turn out to not be real. It was probably that fear, lurking, that had his responses a little shorter than he'd like. "Show off what your green fingers have been up to for near on half a fucking year."