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Your first stop back at headquarters (well, after stowing your gear and showering to wash the last of the Hydra base out of your hair and off your skin) is in medical, partly to check up on Tony (not that you were worried about him or anything, shut up, you’re not a sap) and partly to gloat over him because this time he ended up in the infirmary and you didn’t.
(You have a running tally. You were ahead by two; this makes it three.)
After that, though, you find yourself turning toward Coulson’s office, even though you had no plans to go there. You knock on the door; he waves you in and you stand there awkwardly for a moment, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, before finally coming up with something to say.
“See? I didn’t do anything stupid.”
Coulson gives you an appraising look, then actually gets up out of his seat and comes around his desk for a proper visual injury check (he knows you haven’t been to medical for yourself, and he’s right). Satisfied, he gives you a nod, and suddenly, irrationally, you feel proud of having earned it.
“Glad you’re back, Barton,” he says.