A scowl came over Clint's features. He knew damn well what she was saying. It was a suggestion for him. "I'm trying not to be." He volunteered after a moment as he sank down into the chair with a sigh. As his thoughts on the subject came together he turned to add, "But really, tell that to Tony. He's the one that tried to start a damn fight." Fuck did he sound like a child right now. It drove him batty just to think about it. "I mean..Ah, forget it. I don't know what to fucking think anymore." He finished clearly irritated at everything. How were supposed to make things work now? Nothing was going right and everything was in the crapper. He leaned up then and squinted down at his palms as he tried to recover from that brief flare. Would they ever really be a team again? He just didn't know.
"So, have you talked to Pietro?" Subject change! Clint glanced up at Wanda then and met her gaze with a worried expression. Did she make him understand yet? They needed to send a message. That house just had to go. Magneto couldn't just win and get away scot free. There was always a price to pay. Quicksilver of all people had to understand that.