Clint didn't smile, though his eyes did get a little brighter as he looked back at her. He kind of loved playing bad cop to Natasha's homicidal cop.

"I told you that you didn't want to make her mad," he said, looking back at the not-mark. "She's right though. It would be easy enough to off you and get back to business, unless you've got a really good reason why we shouldn't."

"My people..."

Clint barely appeared to move before the not-mark found an arrow pointed at his head. "No gunshot, means no one comes running." He smiles. "Then again, she's got a silencer." He looked back at Natasha. "Who's turn is it?"