"Yeah. I don't know if he has. We haven't really talked much--"

Slowly, carefully, he pushes himself onto his hands and knees, then makes an effort to stand - and manages without falling, but only because this hurts less than some of the injuries he's taken in the last few years.

"That is going to leave a mark," he groans, stretching his back. "Okay. I think I need a beer now."

And maybe a muscle relaxer or three.

He pulls out his cell phone and activates the security field on the remaining pieces of the suit, then looks at Coulson. "You want one? I'll buy."