When Phil opens his eyes, he doesn't know how many days have passed since Loki stabbed him, but the room is dark through the window so he knows its night at least. What he does know is that they must have won, because Penny wouldn't be sleeping in a chair next to his bed otherwise—his sister was too stubborn to let him being hurt hamper her if someone was trying to make her bow down to them. He's grateful that the lights are out because not only are they letting Pen sleep, and those bags beneath her eyes give testimony to a very stressful week at the least, but he's still exhausted and pulling back the otherness that makes him, him, is too hard and he knows his eyes are completely black at the moment and a bright light would only give him a headache on top of the various aches he already has.
He braces himself for pain and pulls in as deep a breath as he can—it doesn't hurt nearly as bad as he thought it would.
If he were a normal person he knows he wouldn't be able to do that for at least a month, maybe more, as it is he feels the pull of new skin stretching more than it's ready too and resigns himself to slowly building his ability to breathe deeply back up. Pen isn't sleeping on top of him as a lizard, like she's done before when he's been injured trying to affirm to herself that he's still alive, so it gives him the chance to move around a bit. He finds a SI tablet on a nearby tray and hacks his way passed the security. It's definitely his sister's because all it takes for him to get in is attempting her regular password on a hunch, he figures she must have met Stark while he was out and the ensuing torture that's going to commence is going to be horrid if he's liked her enough to give her tech.
Finding that it's been a week and a half since Loki and what he assumes was an arduous battle makes him bite back a groan at the thought of all the paperwork he's going to have to catch up on and the explanation he knows Fury is going to want. He also wants to make sure no one died from touching him while he was out, especially not someone like Pepper.
With a sigh he put the tablet to sleep and of to the side and settles himself down more comfortably, knowing that once the morning comes it's going to be a busy day.
When he wakes it is slowly and he has a wonderful profile image of Clint, eyes a dark red as he stares out into the distance, before he tries to shift and can't help the soft groan that escapes when his ribs move against his still tender skin causing the other man to blink and his eyes return to their more human color of blue when he focuses on Phil waking up.
"Holy shit, you're awake!" Clint said in what could almost qualify as a yelp, waking Penny at the same time. Her eyes are once again copper and black but Clint isn't paying any attention to her, "You fucker, you knew something like that was going to happen, you couldn't not. You got both Cap and Stark to get along, yeah, but that doesn't forgive the kamikaze attack on Loki, you know. You scared everyone, you got Fury to sigh, I mean, Fury, the man has like no emotions and you got him to sigh, that, if nothing else, should tell you that it was way over the top, Coulson, way, way, way, over the top. Seriously, don't do that again."
Phil seriously tries not to chuckle at the words that fall out of Clint's mouth but he can't help the corner of one side of his mouth twitching upwards in amusement. Penny groans at his side and he can't help but glance at her and his eyes widen slightly seeing copper staring at him instead of blue-green, her head resting blearily in one hand. "Hey, yeah, do you know why her eyes are doing that? She won't explain it to us and quite frankly its kind of disturbing to see her eyes be all slitted pupil and orange when she wakes up, just for them to be green after she blinks."
Phil turns to look back at Clint and blinks, "Us." His voice is still kind of crackly from having first a spear and then blood fill his lungs but neither of the other two so much as blink or twitch at the audio proof that his lungs has been in less than good shape.
The sniper nods, straddling his seat and resting his hands in between his legs, "Yeah, the, uh, medics really thought you were dead and no one realized you were alive until the SHIELD coroner went to do the standard autopsy and realized you were still bleeding like a living person. We all got notified you were alive in the middle of the debriefing of the battle, a few days after it because there was too much to do before any of us had the time. Anyways, Fury must of called her before we got the chance to come see for ourselves you were alive because she was sitting there leaning against your bed asleep. Miss Potts, Pepper, went to smooth your hair back and Crazy Eyes' hand snapped up and stopped her before she got the chance, despite being dead asleep." Phil glanced at Penny and she shrugged, a bashful smile trying to stretch at her mouth. "We kinda tensed up seeing as her eyes weren't, ya know, human, as then she blinked and they were green. She stood and backed up against the wall all nonthreatening and explained about your skin being poisonous, and man way to not tell us something me and Nat would have needed to know if you ever got seriously hurt on an op, Coulson, really. She wouldn't tell us anything else about it though, been really mum, she hasn't even fallen into any of the word traps Banner and Stark have tried to trick her into, which is where she got the tablet, apparently Stark likes people who don't immediately divulge all of their secrets to him with judicious application of his charm or offers of money."
Phil quirked an eyebrow at his sister and she just shrugged, "S'not my secret to tell, at least not just mine, and I know how bad you would have felt if someone had died and I didn't tell anyone what to avoid."
Phil just sighed and shook his head, tired already, despite only being up for—he checked the clock—fifteen minutes.
"I suppose that means we're going to have a big family meeting then? You know how much Stark hates having JARVIS hack his way into finding out all of our secrets when it's easier to just tell him. And Fury hates Stark hacking his systems because that's when the trouble starts." Phil drawled somewhat sarcastically, his voice smoothing out the more he used it. He wasn't sure which it really was, Stark getting irritated that they didn't give him there secrets or Stark just irritating Fury because it amused him. Or it could be both; it would fit with Stark's personality to irritate those that irritate him for his amusement and petty revenge.
Clint nodded, "Yeah, that'd probably be for the best. That means you're going to explain Crazy Eyes over there too, yes?"
Phil flashed his teeth in an evil grin at his sister as she sighed, irritation marring her features, "I've told you several times Agent Barton, my name is Penelope, call me either Pen, Penny, or Detective Coulson if you wish, but please, my name is not 'Crazy Eyes'."
Clint just grinned at her and shrugged, "Now why would I do that? It'd be too easy if I cut you some slack and not Coulson himself, and he's the one with a hole in his lungs."
Phil just sighed and relaxed back into his hospital bed, listening to the back and forth between his sister and the man he knows he's going to have to explain things to later on, both emotional and . . . Those about their shared heritage. Even so, he was glad to be awake again, the chaos surrounding him and the Avengers, be damned.