"Guess I missed the call." It would certainly...be the first time. Even with his attitude, Clint was hardly the type to skip over answering a call from anyone. Especially Phil. His body had yet to release any tension...this conversation was going on far too long. "Does it matter?" He paused, feeling his body shift slightly once Phil took his arm off of him before separating himself away from him. "I'll check in next time, boss. Promise." It was a peace offering, a hope that Phil would take it and leave. But deep down, Clint knew that wouldn't please Coulson at all. In a world like this one, going off the grid for even a day was one day too many. "Visiting an old friend...outside of SHIELD. I do have those." No. He didn't. The only two people who would know that was Tasha and of course, Coulson. The people outside of SHIELD that Clint knew, he would be more than happy to forget about. He sometimes did when he was caught up in working for the government agency.

"You're ordering me to take off my sunglasses?" He gave a little laugh, shaking his head. "Come off it, Coulson." He made move for his pocket, pulling out his cell phone and checking the time. Making a play that he was actually going to go off and do something. "Let's put a pin in it. You can berate me later about not answering my phone, I've got somewhere to be." He really did have only a short amount of time before security found the unconscious guard. Before the virus was even detected. Before his presence in the building was connected to both events.