He's like a reverse Steve Rogers that way. Fumbling around in an alternate past like a kid, really. Jim will obediently grab a towel to clean up the water and point out where Clint keeps his coffee. That way when Clint makes it upstairs there's drinks and food for everyone. Which is what everyone deserves after dealing with those tracksuit guys down at street level.

Maybe falafel would have been Jim's favorite thing and now he will never know.

"Chest hurts, but that's the bruised ribs." No more concussions, luckily. "I'll need someone to help me check the back of my arm. Think I popped one of the blisters from my burns. Otherwise, I'm fine." Really, all things considered this was a good fight for Jim.