Clint appreciated Nat's candor, he really did, especially as he wasn't exactly one to keep his thoughts to himself. He also knew he should feel privileged that she could be so open and honest with him because for her it was difficult. She'd spent so long doing the exact opposite all her life that to be honest and direct was a frightening thing, especially when you were so used to telling people what they wanted to hear.
"Mes?" He reated, arched eyebrow. "It's a complete clusterfuck is what it is." And then she started talking about the breaking of the timeline, splitting off from the main branch of reality, prime versions, and one timeline running in parallel to another and he just sort of glazed over. It wasn't that he was stupid, far from it, but stuff like that? Just didn't interest him. Give him something to shoot or hit and he was good, but this sort of crap? Not his bag.
He snorted quietly before returning the knock of the foot under the table. "We left what we trained for behind a long time ago. Round about the time we agreed to become Avengers." Honestly there were days when he missed SHIELD because okay sure it was a cesspit of HYDRA and all those damaged freaks but it had still been a certainty, something they knew and were familiar with. This? This was not familiar at all.
He pushed out a breath. "No sign of it uncomplicating any time soon."