Waking up in strange beds wasn't that usual for Clint, but the lack of a hangover was a new twist. He scrubbed a hand over his face, slowly gathering the courage to look at where he ended up this time. At least he wasn't covered in fur, that was an improvement over last night.

Clint did a double-take at his bedmate, falling back with a sigh. "Coulson, I said I'd get lost in your eyes, not in your sheets."