Well, coming back from the dead seemed to put a staple in the 'Coulson's a robot' theory. Clint was still refining another rumor that Coulson was a high-functioning zombie. Contagious only when he didn't get a chance to eat his share of junior agent brains in the morning. But it still had it's clinks. Such as high-functioning zombie, even though he was sure if he paid the geeks in R&D they could forge some files stating the fact that it was possible. He figured Coulson would defensive slightly over the rumors he created about the Captain -- which is why they were mild compared to the things he could say. He didn't exactly want Coulson to end up trying to kill him after all.

"Your job is just making sure we can fight. The state we're in doesn't really matter." He didn't think that there was much attention getting turned his way at all. "It's not my intent. If it happens, it happens. You act like I haven't worked or trained injured before, Coulson." Not that Coulson knew much about the facts of that gem of a statement. Clint stepped closer into his violated personal space, squaring his shoulders.