"That's the point of a safe word, Rogers," she teases him lightly, laughter in her voice as she bumps her shoulder against his. "And I'm sure tying him to a chair did just that. Although I'm still not clear what you were keeping him safe from, other than himself. he seemed a little annoyed with you at the time."

Not that she could talk, since she'd happily handed Coulson over to a similar fate. Then again, her handler had been on a suicide mission to the edge of the woods, so she had no regrets over that.