"Huh. A sonnet to a cupcake? That's actually not a bad idea," Clint said, an easy smile slipping onto his face. It was as simple as that. Some of the tension that had been there had fallen away, as they settled back into an old routine. Coulson passing him food, and talking about Clint's nonsense.

"I haven't actually turned a report in for him." Fury hadn't pushed him for them, either. He'd tried once. Clint had come straight off a mission, and went to the target range, and spent hour after hour sinking arrows into the bullseye. One particularly aggressive shot, that had gone through the target had stopped Fury from asking again. He picked at the edge of his sandwich, not meeting Coulson's eye. "Didn't feel like it."