Clint hates being carried.
"I can walk you know," Clint grumbled, as Phil carried him through their living room and towards the bedroom.
"You have a sprained ankle and a broken leg. Even if you could walk with the crutches medical gave you, it would take you at least 20 minutes to make to the bed.Plus you hate wheelchairs too," Phil said calmly and then smiled a little."Besides, I like carrying you."
"Well I don’t," Clint grumbled out, just as Phil opened the door to their bedroom.
"Too bad. You’re on bed rest for the next few days and sadly off duty till that cast comes off. Which means," Phil paused as he laid Clint down gently on the bed and quickly propped up his legs with a few pillows."That I took a few days off myself so I can take care of you and make sure you don’t get cabin fever."
"Wait, you took a few days off?" Clint asked, as he propped himself on his elbows and gave Phil a look."How you get Fury to say yes to that?"
"Told him it would be more beneficial to your health and the morale for the rest of your team as well since I know they’re not going to help you bathe or eat," Phil said as he moved towards his side of the bed and sat down."And like I said, I like carrying you around.Reminds me of when I was carrying you over the threshold on the first night of our-OOF!" cried Phil as a pillow hit him directly in his face.
"Okay fine! You can carry me around but I won’t like it as much as I did that night, I promise you that. Now, can we please watch something before I have to take my meds and pass out?" asked Clint, as he grabbed his pillow back from Phil and fixed it so he was sitting up.
"As you wish," Phil smiled as he grabbed the remote and moved closer to Clint’s side of the bed to pull up the queue of movies on Netflix.
(Clint was not amused by Phil’s choice of Robin Hood:Men in Tights, the smartass. But at least he got to choose Young Frankenstein for the next movie before he fell asleep with Phil’s arm around his shoulder)