Phil chuckles and spared the man, reaching out to pick up the bundle again and tucking her in close. He made soft shhhing sounds and rocked a moment, the child doing what she did before. She relaxed. It barely took a minute. Her fists relaxed and she stopped fussing so hard, sniffling form crying.

"You should really like him. He saved you, you know." He chided the child, then looked to Clint with a slightly exasperated look. "You alright?"

The trunk closed on the car. "Everything's loaded, Agent Coulson. Do you need an escort to base?" Phil gave Clint a look that said 'do you think we need help?' before smiling at the kid again. "We should be alright. Agent Barton knows where we are going. Continue work here and get this secured. Report in to Agent Sitwell with any findings."