"We were in the area." Coulson manages a look that says We were in the area, hunting for the national icon currently bleeding out on your couch.

Steve lifts his good arm to salute. "Sir," he says, and gives a lopsided little grin. "Sorry if I don't. You know. Get up."

One of the medics forces his arm down with an exasperated reprimand. Coulson nods to the captain, then turns his full monotone focus on Darcy. "Is there somewhere we can talk."

Translation: We are going to talk. Right now.