"Remind me to run away and join the circus, after this is all over," Matt calls over his shoulder as he heads for the closet he'd directed Clint to, earlier. He pulls it open, the box inside, again, too, and fishes out his comm. Once he's put everything back, he returns to his place on the couch, rolling the small piece of tech between his fingers, idly, once he's resettled.

"Maybe I could convince Foggy to come along." A beat. "I feel like he'd make a good barker."