[ He's surprised that SHIELD lets him go home, honestly, but - look, maybe it's the fact that he looks like hell, or that he's fallen asleep standing up, sitting up, in any position they put him in multiple times in the last few hours. He's exhausted, hasn't had much of a break since he got back, and he really just wants to go home, to his nice, warm bed, and sleep the rest of Norfinbury away.

Maybe call Natasha. Tony. See if they remember any of this. They were so far behind, timeline-wise. First, though, maybe he should tell Kate. God, it's been - a long time, it feels like. Months? Weeks? Time blurred together in Alaska. Felt like years.

Clint slouches into his apartment, finally, slamming the door behind him with a loud: ] I'm officially going into hiding. I don't like the spy life but if it means I don't ever gotta listen to some stupid SHIELD agent tell me Hill is gonna be by any second to grill me about Alaska ever again, I'll -- oh.

[ Clint blinks. Rubs at his neck. ] Hey, Katie.