"Sure thing," he says, and then pauses for a moment. "Take care of yourself."

He hangs up on her, considers the time for a moment, and calls Coulson's non-emergency number. "Hey," he says, at the message machine, "Romanova called. I'm headed to Tokyo. Try to get the boss to treat it as work days, yeah? I'll text you my flight number."

He hangs up, and pulls open the card catalog on his desk to figure out the number to call for the Japanese SHIELD office, and where his government weapons permits are.

He hasn't been to Japan in over a year, but he still knows it's going to be a long flight.