"Competition is competition, Phil. No one else will do it." Because they couldn't stand Clint bragging for months about winning. He was sure he wouldn't do the same to Coulson, however. He did, after all, respect the man and everything he did. "Plus, it'll be fun and you know it. Once we're both healed up that is. Can't have you pulling any stitches and bleeding all over the place, now can we?"

Clint rolled his eyes at that, shaking his head. "Admit it, you love hearing my voice. It's the reason why you keep on coming back to me." He paused for a moment, looking over at the senior agent. He tried to think of something that didn't involve any physical exertion that Clint imagined was fun to do.

When the quiet became a little too long, the younger man's eyes flickered towards Phil. "...I'm coming up with a blank. All my hobbies involve violence and physical exertion." There were a couple things that turned on in Clint's head -- but the majority of those would leave both men in awkward positions. Potentially more Phil than Clint.