"Oh, you've met." Clint catches up to them, dragging the tracksuit by his tethered ankles and letting him drop next to his bro.

By which time, he's ready to be affronted by Verity's insinuations. "I didn't draft--he's crashing on my couch 'til he gets his place back! I'm helping a friend!" Beat. "And my phone's in my apartment. Could I borrow yours?"