Jessica's answer was nothing unexpected for the archer. Clint had been in her spot before too when he'd first joined the team way back when. He listened to her speak for awhile, nodding here or there where it seemed appropriate. The bit about her getting those pheromones under wraps was welcome news. Even he had to admit that. No one liked the idea of being divided by one of their own, still though he didn't blame her. Having a super power wasn't like having a skill. It was something that came and went. It was not something that could be refined by years of training. That thought brought on memories of Wanda again. Clint shook his head from the distraction and downed some of his opened beer. "Heh, I can understand that. But, let me let you in on a little secret. This whole team is full of black sheep. None of us are perfect. God, believe me on that. We've all had our own problems. But, I guess that's why I think you will make a good fit. Don't worry about the powers." He mentioned, of course meaning those pheromones. "They come and go. But the training you have- that's real. I've Uh- seen it first hand so I guess you could say I know for a fact."