"I was one sending junior agents out with lunch orders most of the time." Coulson smiled and pressed a slice of bread on top of the sandwich, then cut it down the middle and put it on a plate. He sat it in front of Clint and sat down in the other chair, putting his weight on his right hand as he lowered himself down.

"Fury's probably going to call at some point and ask if you're here." He ran his fingers back through his hair with a sigh. "This kind of blows my cover."