Around Clint, she had never been one to mince words. He knew all of her that she was able to share, just about, and so when she felt like he didn't trust her it stang a little. She wasn't sensitive to rejection, not at all, but Clint was a different case. Clint was... well Clint. That was the only reasoning she had and it was hardly sufficient for someone who liked to break things down and understand all of the details.
She rolled her eyes as he nonchalantly dismissed her question. "It's a mess," she answered after just looking at him for a moment. He didn't get away that easily and just because they weren't talking about it now didn't mean she wouldn't bring it up later. "Strange broke the timeline by using magic, so we've split from the main branch of reality. There's the... prime versions of us running around in the original timeline and we're in a branched off one that's now running parallel, but differently, to the original one. Stark... it was bound to happen eventually, overheads will always find a way to take control and as much as he wanted to abide by the Accords, he couldn't be controlled by Ross. Magic is... well, nothing we ever trained for," she finished with a soft sigh, knocking Clint's foot under the table with her own gently.