They had this in stride now. Clint smiled at Wanda and Janet and then turned his attention back at the thug laid helpless before them. "Listen to the ladies. Give us a name pal, and things will go a whole lot smoother." Clint explained as he twirled that arrow of his between his fingers. Hopefully the guy would pick up on the idea of his gesture. By the looks of the crook, it certainly seemed to be the case.
With Clint beaming possibly violence down upon him, the thug quickly scanned the faces of the other Avengers for sympathy. Staring up at them almost pleadingly. He darted his eyes from Janet to Wanda, then over at Pietro. "Please.. You don't know what she'll do to me!"
Oh not this. Hawkeye grunted at the man and called bullshit where he saw it. "So what? Do you know what I'll do if you don't? Spill it. Or..else. And no lies. There's a telepath on her way right now. She'll mind fuck you I swear to god." Oh what a bluff! At least he could sell it to the man with a sincere scowl.
"Alright.. it was the Cowl. The Crimson Cowl. Just.. don't go in my head ok? N-not that. I can't take that."