Takin' It Easy
"Sitrep, Hawkeye." Phil's voice was calm in Clint's ear and he forced himself to focus on it, taking one deep breath and then another. His ankle was hurting like hell, a bad sprain or maybe a break. He moved it slightly and the jolt of pain shot up his leg. Definitely a break.
"Hawkeye." There was more of a tone this time and Clint forced himself to sit up, his breath catching as he realized that at least one, maybe more, of his ribs was broken.
Breathing shallowly he tapped his comm. "Broken ankle and ribs." Carefully he patted himself down, but didn't find any other spots that were tender to the touch. "I think that's all."
A rare hint of humor tinted Coulson's words and Clint could see the small smile in his mind's eye. "Oh, is that all?"
Clint chuckled then hissed as he shifted to lean against the closest wall. "It was a slow day."