Exercising on base was always fun in Clint's mind. They had the best gear and equipment to keep their agents in tip top shape. And Clint made sure to stay in that shape. He was cutting through the court to head to the showers when he spotted his wife, her CO, and one of the sciencey types. And then Coulson was mentioning needing another player for a scrimmage and he grinned.
"If you need a fourth I'm game," he called over, changing directions as he used the discarded tank top on his shoulder to wipe off some of the sweat on his face. He glanced over at the science girl and held his hand out. "Don't think we've met before. Clint Barton."