Phil winced at the pain in his back, but he otherwise ignored it as he reached out and grabbed Clint's arm, vice-like. Truthfully, even with his injury, Clint could wipe the floor with him in a fight, but he was banking on Clint not putting up one. That wasn't to say that the want to hit Clint wasn't there. The man deserved a good punch right now, but neither of them would benefit from a fight.

He fought for the right words, trying to find a way to talk him down rather than wind him up further. "You don't mean that. Just... wait until medical clears you, okay? So I can have peace of mind. I need to know that you're healing, Clint." If he couldn't pull rank, he could be honest and pull the concern card. It wasn't like it was a lie. He was concerned.