"Nope," Clint said easily, lowering his weapon and relaxing against the chair.

"You kill me and you will have to deal with the wrath of the Ten Rings," the man spat out quickly. "They will not stop until they've torn you apart limb from limb and then they've done the same to your family!"

Clint forced a small laugh, though his eyes said something else completely when they met Natasha's. "What would the Ten Rings want with someone like you?"

"I give them money and they give me protection."

Clint got to his feet. "Yeah, well, it seems like they've fallen asleep on the job."

"Release me and your death will be quick."