"No, it doesn't." Clint sets his drink aside and angles himself toward Phil. There's an impulse to reach out, to take his hands, but he...doesn't. "You don't have to be in the field to be with the Avengers. We're gonna need people doing all the work none of the rest of us are trained to do. You can be a desk jockey. Queue up missions for us, feed us intel. Take care of fallout. It doesn't make anything questionable."