Phil took the sandwich with a silent smile and began to eat. Whatever he was on, it must have been strong, because he was clearly high as a kite. He couldn't make heads or tales of his feelings right now and he kept seeing flashes of things that were clearly not real. One particularly cruel one involved lying in bed with Clint. Another involved Loki... some girl who seemed to really like eyeliner... Banner smiling at him like an old friend... a redheaded woman about his age. He was really looking forward to this stuff just being out of his system. Jesus.

He paused to drink some water. "Be careful out there. Who knows what Fury was keeping me for? He's probably pissed off at you." He looked to Bruce. "Both of you. We need to watch each other's backs until we're absolutely sure we're in the clear." They rescued Phil. He was already in one hundred percent before he could even walk straight. That was how he worked, especially where Clint was concerned.