[Okay. Answers a lot of questions. Brings up about a hundred more. This is not the time or place, he figures, so he's just going to roll with it else we're going to repeat the same thread as last time because really, a whole rundown of things that have happened, and the time travel shit, while being buckass naked in a mystical magical jungle greenhouse in fantasy England? Not the best time.

There are definitely newer scars unfamiliar to Coulson. Clint snorts softly.] If you want me to pose for some pictures later, I'll get my butler to add it to my absolutely packed social calendar.

I'm not actually gonna wear anything green. The Lady can come down from her high throne or whatever and come slap me with a 'kiss me I'm Irish' shirt or something if it offends her sensibilities so.

[He motions to Coulson's drink.] You gonna finish that?