Clint's smile seemed to grow at that, eyes on Phil as he kept on walking backwards. Folding his hands behind his back as he does. "You're my friend too," he pointed out quietly. "On top of being my handler." There was really only one person in his mind that could have roped him into joining SHIELD initially. At that point in his life, Clint would have laughed in Fury or Hill's faces if they ever showed up under the big top to recruit "the world's greatest marksman"; who at the time was just a circus act. A better one than most people. "I'm pretty sure the others will only know if I'm acting weird is if you or Tasha point it out. We're not exactly braiding each other's hair every nig--well, they might be." He laughed a bit. Clint really didn't know what the others did back where they all lived in the Avengers headquarters.

Clint was somewhat glad that he had decided to stay in the SHIELD apartments. It seemed like it would be more loud if he had decided to go live with Tony and the others.

The archer still kept walking backwards with a smile on his face before nearly falling over a trash bin. Catching himself by performing a quick little backflip so he didn't look like an idiot. Now he just looked like a talented idiot. The action immediately sent a jolt of pain through his upper body. "You think you could warn me next time, Coulson?" He hid the look of pain on his face as he just moved...to walk forward, side by side with his handler.