"Hiemdall's always supposed to be listening. Or seeing." Phil sits back again. Two steps forward and maybe only one back. Hard to say when Clint clearly needs to rabbit. "You'll be kept in the loop, I'm sure."

He lets him be useful. Or feel useful. Maybe letting his boyfriend fuss over him, fix something for him, will help in the long run.

"Natasha nags me like I'm suddenly not a level seven agent." Phil's mature enough not to roll his eyes about being fussed over by two of his best agents. He handles them not the other way around. "You can also come by to sit on the couch and watch Kitchen Nightmares. Or to escape Stark. The door is always open to you, Clint."