Cleaning shit up wasn't her favorite thing to do, but Hill wanted this guy home ASAP. So she'd gotten there ahead of the other SHIELD personnel. She'd introduced herself. Repatched what she could on their asset, and even winced in great sympathy at his hand injury. Clint was an archer. She understood how any injury of the hands or arms that could mess with your abilities was especially annoying. And she'd read up on this asset, and while he was a world class martial artist he was also an archer.
Once she'd gotten the SHIELD clean up team debriefed the agents, translators, and medical personnel got to work, and she swept her package up and got him in the jet to go home. He had promptly fallen asleep. She wasn't overly concerned while he looked beat up he hadn't shown any possible signs of a concussion. She set an alarm to wake him if he hadn't by a certain time. It wasn't needed.
"Just a couple of hours." She replied. "How are you feeling?" She leaned back in her chair, the jet's autopilot was on.
"I'd already been well into my day when I was called to pick you up, so it's closer to thirty, but that's child's play." She said with a grin. "Death Wish Coffee."