Probably. Considering the night Matt just had, his first instinct, if poked, would probably be to throw a punch.

As it is, the medication keeping him under having worn off, he snaps awake with a sharp intake of breath at the sound of someone poking around in his kitchen. He starts to sit up, reflexively, to look over the back of the couch, for as little good as it will actually do him, and -- stops all at once as pain lances through his chest. He sinks back down into the couch with a shaky breath out and lays there for a moment following, trying to catch it, before he finally manages, "Barton."