"I can have it cleaned." Thor shrugs, entirely unbothered as he starts wiping the dried blood off of Clint's skin, brow furrowed. This is something he's done for his friends more times than he cares to count- folding Clint into what is a centuries old post-battle ritual is something done easily enough. "Friday is sending fluids up, I may have to give you an IV so you are less dizzy."

He could have the runner do it but- it's a question of trust and vulnerability an they're both a little wary while wounded; Friday can walk him through it, he's sure.

It can't be that difficult. "Are you still having trouble feeling your feet?"