Natasha merely shrugged at Clint’s question, appearing more bored than suicidal. The man was getting desperate, it wouldn’t take much more for him to crack. The sooner the better.

Pouting at Clint a minute later, she looked down at the gun in her hand and heaved a sigh. “Just bad luck,” she said, as if encompassing the whole situation, the very fact that this man was here at all. It was actually the truth, but for them as well. While they might be able to salvage something by getting information on the Ten Rings, their original mission was a complete bust. “My way is quicker. Less painful.”

Turning her back on them, she walked away.