It was hot, okay? That was the only excuse Jack had for answering the door in his underwear. Or it would've been, if didn't happen to be a regular occurrence even when his AC hadn't been broken for a week. Not to mention that he'd been stuck in his apartment for so long after The Incident that Jack had all but forgotten how to dress himself. Sad, but true. He hadn't done a load of laundry that wasn't 95% underwear for weeks. (... or any laundry, period.) And this week in particular? Let's just say it was a good thing Matt and his hot friend knocked on Jack's door at night, when it was too cool for him to walk around his apartment like it was a new Garden of Eden, pre-serpent.
When Jack heard the knocking, he was expecting his downstairs neighbor, who always, always complained about Lucky barking – which would've been understandable if Lucky ever barked, except he didn't, not even at Mrs. Fleming's prissy cat across the hall, so who gave a shit if that asshole happened to see him practically naked for the seven or eight hundredth time.
Jack was relieved when it wasn't fucking Greg at his door, then a tiny bit mortified when he saw it was Matt Silva (and aforementioned hot friend), and then a weird combination of resigned and wired when he realized why Matt was probably here. Jack had lived smack-dab in Resistance territory for long enough to recognize the look in a soldier's eyes when they'd been backed into a corner.
He didn't waste any time getting them inside, and even less finding some clothes to throw on before joining them in the living room. (Were these clothes from one of his clean baskets or the dirty ones? Impossible to say at this point.) It didn't make a whole lot of sense to be more embarrassed about his crazy person maze than it was opening the door in his underwear, but... crazy person maze. As in, a maze clearly made by a crazy person. A crazy person who loved his dog and was at the end of his rope being stuck at home with fuck-all to do, but still! Not the greatest second impression a guy could make on Matt Silva's Hot Friend.
... Or, maybe it was? Hot Friend seemed to be impressed with the maze (while Matt was decidedly not, muttering under his breath as he peeked down at the street through each of Jack's curtains) in spite of whatever had happened to them tonight – which, judging from the glass dusting their jackets and the various cuts and bruises, was nothing good.
Probably pretty exciting, though. Jack never thought he'd miss being in the middle of the action, but god. Did he ever.
"The glue?" Snapping out of his momentary daze, Jack turned to Hot Friend, who was, shockingly, still hot. Of course Jack had noticed, because Jack had a one-track mind even when he wasn't cooped up alone and bored out of his skull. He hadn't been on Matt's team since before he transferred to the embedded covert division, but Jack still had an idea who this guy was. Word got around in Combat, but Jack was pretty terrible at remembering names without faces, and if they'd met before? Jack definitely would've remembered.
Before coming into the living room, he'd slid the glue into the pocket of the sweatpants and promptly forgotten about it, not noticing as it pulled the waistband on his right side down below his hip. He pulled it out now and set it on the nearest piece of furniture, then stuck both his hands back in his pockets. "Yeah, I had to fix one of the corners, Lucky's too damn smart and also he eats garbage all the time so he doesn't care so much about chewing through cardboard to get to his pizza."
The dog in question harrumphed somewhere in the middle of the maze, bringing an involuntary smile to Jack's face. Being the reincarnate of Clint Barton, the biggest dummy in the Avengers, had one silver lining, and it was that dog. Well, and Kate. But even Holly would probably agree that Clint and Lucky being a package deal made up for a lot of the baggage that came with being a Hawkeye.
Taking a couple steps closer to Hot Friend, Jack stuck his hand out. "Anyway, I don't think we've met? I'm Jack." He looked back and forth between the two Camelot soldiers, hesitating a little before continuing. ".... What happened to you guys?"