He nodded some, studying Hulk. While he wouldn't call Hulk a gentle giant, he did have his moments. "While there is a victor in a fight, no one really wins." Hearing Hulk's words about needing to work, he gave a shrug. "Sometimes talking isn't needed big guy. I'd offer to help but I'd just get in the way."
Seeing Hulk point to a hole with a rope, he quirked a brow at the mention of beers. And he felt a little touched and slightly...something, he didn't know what to call it other than weird, that the Hulk had offered him a beer and had beer. "Thanks Hulk. Might take you up on that in a little bit." Giving the large man a smile, Clint found a spot where he'd be out of Hulk's way and went over, sitting down and leaning back.
The green guy deserved to know he had at least one person who viewed him as a friend and not just ally, so Clint would keep him company for a time. And he was interested in seeing Hulk do other tasks than just smashing things to pieces.