"I'm not going on missions with a death wish, Phil. You don't have to worry about that. Things happen in the field, we both know that. Occupational hazards and all that. SHIELD just has them at the bucket fulls." Clint was trying to ease Phil's mind just a tad. Self-destructive behavior aside. Which honestly could lead into death wish if Phil wanted to point that out. The biggest thing was that Clint? Knew what people wanted to hear and right now, he knew Phil wanted to hear this right now.

He thought on it for a second. He'd been coming back from missions and the only thing he truly wanted was some company. The only thing he wanted was someone there. Admitting it was half the battle. "I think you just being there might help." His brow shot up, looking over to Phil with an incredulous look. "So now I'm a junkie with a death wish?" He laughed a little. "Really, Phil. I don't usually take anything they give me anyway."