The problem comes from the fact that Phil makes enough to have a decent place and is clean and organized enough even when injured that there frankly is not a whole lot to really actually do. This will not deter Clint, however. The coffee's taken care of, donuts stashed away, bed made (with wistful memories of spending fun nights and cozy mornings in it), and he's just generally wiping down the kitchen when the pizza arrives.

He's never this industrious at his own place.

"I got it," he calls, but Phil's already getting up, and there's a little bit of alarm at that. "I got it, I got it, you don't have to-"