Clint’s amusement faltered and his brow furrowed as she answered the question he hadn’t even thought about when he’d asked it.

“That’s why you think I wouldn’t kill you now? Because I don’t want to get myself hurt?” He hadn’t expected that at all. He thought it was pretty obvious that he cared about her and would try to take out anyone that tried to hurt her, but clearly she didn’t see it that way. He trusted her, one of the few people he truly trusted, and he had thought they were friends. Maybe she didn’t feel the same at all.

“Yeah, well, most the time people deserve it.” It was easier getting under people’s skin then actually being nice to them all the time. More fun too.