"The odds aren't great. And you know the 'I got in Coulson's pants' jokes would never end, right? The interns might be scarred." The thought was enough to make Clint snicker. "Go back to bed." A pause. "Dear."

He gave a quick salute, heading out of the bedroom to go inspect the windows. The weather could be better, but he didn't think a chill would kill him if he went running in it.