"Message for you just came in," Kate mumbled around the lip of her coffee cup, her body slouched against the back of the kitchen chair as if it might be the only thing keeping her upright. When he grunted without really acknowledging her words and moved to the counter where the coffee was usually percolating away happily, she sighed and mumbled, "You'll have to read the message before you get coffee."

Anger was every bit as good as caffeine in waking up a comatose Clint Barton but nothing good was in store for the person who thought up this heinous scenario.