Jack chuckles a little, and begins unfastening the top of his jumpsuit. When Clint’s expression shifts slightly, he clicks his tongue. “Easy, tiger.” Bare from the waist up, he stops, tying the sleeves loosely around his waist. There are very faint healing bruises on his skin, mostly on his back from protecting Prim, and he turns to show them to Clint. “Go over these bruises again. The footage of the fight hasn’t surfaced, but that doesn’t mean it’s gone. Any injury I have, they should be able to trace back to the riot.”