Clint glanced back up at Wanda with a snort. "Because I don't want to be a zombie?" He offered with that smug smile of his. It was war outside. And as skilled as he was, Clint had no powers. No spell or suite of armor. Not even a super soldier serum. Truth be told, hell he didn't know why he really stuck around. Maybe it was complex. Perhaps simple. He really had no where else to go? No real home to speak of. The years weren't exactly kind to loners. If there had been people actively looking or caring about him, Clint very well of not had a Hydra chip put in his skull oh so long ago. That still kept him up at night. It was the gift that kept on giving.
He shrugged after a moment and fell back into silence. His thoughts now uncomfortable to say the least. Thanks for that Wanda. He stood up then, and looked at the door. It might be time to bail on this conversation after all. She was digging at shit he didn't like.