"It probably isn't." Pepper's willing enough to agree with that, but the awareness of that fact isn't stopping her. She watches Clint drop down onto the couch, or at least make the attempt to before his injuries make him think better of it. She sighs quietly, nodding toward the bandages.

"Please tell me a doctor has seen those." Almost immediately after she says it, however, Pepper ammends the request. "Wait. Only tell me that if it's the truth." Because Clint's on the defensive now, and she wouldn't be surprised if he echoed the words simply to drop that much of the topic.