"Liar," he comments, but it's said without any asperity. He's long since recognized that tone in his voice and that tilt to her head and he knows he doesn't have the energy to fight whatever it is she's choosing to do. "I hate tea. How can anyone drink that shit? It's weak and tasteless and it's not coffee." All right, now he's complaining just to complain - though no, he doesn't like tea. He can drink it, but he'll always be a coffee guy. Laura's the tea drinker in the family.

Shrugging his shoulders and ducking his head, Clint manages to get out from under Peggy's well-meaning temperature taking, but he's not excessively warm, especially not for the amount of bundling up he's got going on. His fever spike had been violent and longer than it would have been at home because of the lack of any sort of treatments, but it had passed a few days before. If anything, his forehead feels a little cool - but that pales in comparison to the look in his eyes, which is dark, almost haunted or angry. And what he says next explains everything.

"Wanda disappeared."