"Without you around, there was no one to stop me from terrorizing the junior agents," Clint said, watching as Coulson finished up making the sandwich. He rested his chin on his palm, frowning a little when he noticed how much weight he was putting on his right hand. He flicked his gaze back up, and there was a bruise darkening along Coulson's jaw too.

He shrugged, reaching for half of the sandwich and taking a bite. "Yeah, not sure I really care. You need to come home."