Coulson wasn't amazed by very much, but he had to admit, at least silently, getting away with some minor burns had been a miracle. Budapest had been a few fractured ribs and a near-miss with a bit of shrapnel, but it could have gone a great deal worse, and they'd gotten both of their agents back.

He would mention that it was harder to appreciate the sights with bullets flying, but this was Hawkeye.

He eased into the chair behind his desk before responding to that very generous offer. "No."

He pulled a notepad in front of him and reached into his jacket for a pen. They had to get Clint's thoughts in order for the briefing with Fury and Hill. "So tell me again how you ended up in the back of your van."