He actually winced himself as the barrel of the gun hit Clint's head. He was going to need a lot of ice and painkillers. He watched Clint go down, stepping back warily. The punch hadn't worked, but he hoped this was enough. Much more of a blow to the head and he might actually do serious damage to Clint.

As soon as Clint spoke, Phil knew it had worked. He knelt down next to Clint, arm going out to touch him. His hand settled on Clint's arm, squeezing. "I'm here. Stay with me." He kept his hand on Clint as he lowered himself to the ground. Clint was okay. He was here and he was okay and Phil was finally letting himself relax.

"I might have given you a concussion, so I need you to stay awake, Clint." Okay, he did feel a little bad about having to hit Clint so hard, but how else was he going to fix it? It was the only method that they could be sure of, since it worked earlier. "Come on. I've got to get you down to medical so they can take a look at you."