"It was nine days if you count the op and the two days I spent avoiding debrief!" he says defensively.

As if nine days is so much better than five.

"Yeah, he was pretty 'done with my shenanigans' by that point," Clint admits with a chuckle. "He did come to our party, though, after we got back from the honeymoon. And in my defense, our marriage was awesome."

Except for that big fight, but that was because he was a thick-headed, victim-blaming ass, not because they weren't compatible.