"So your current theory is that I just enjoy watching you trip over trash cans?" If Clint wasn't hurt, that theory wouldn't be so far off, but Phil never liked seeing Clint in actual pain. He preferred mild humiliation and only because Clint put so much effort into his posturing.

"I'm not the one asking for bedtime stories." He smiled, though. It wasn't as if he minded at all. If Clint needed someone to take care of him, Phil would do it gladly. It's what friends did and friends were rare in this line of work. Phil was careful with the ones he had and the fact that he could count Clint among them meant a lot, not the least of which because Clint had some serious authority issues that Phil was always surprised to have somehow managed to sidestep.