"You'd be surprised." Clint was certain there was a level of idiocy that came with some people, because so few actually listened to the warnings sometimes. "Some people come from places where they think they're the biggest, baddest, meanest things around, so what could possibly hurt them?" And then chomp, eaten by a monster. Or something. Whatever, it probably happened.
Keeping up wasn't too much hassle, it was a lot like running with Natasha again, being with a partner and not slowing or limiting himself like he occasionally had to with someone who wasn't Tony or Steve.
"Oh, you know," probably not though, "One time it was a giant glass house with Latin walls and ghosts. Another time it was a murderous hotel. Dinosaurs invaded the town, people were kidnapped and put into killer traps, experiments in an abandoned hospital, possession from ghosts, creatures crawling out of the woods." It varied so much it was near impossible to pin down a pattern, which was frustrating for someone who was trained to see patterns. "There never actually seems to be a rhyme or reason for it."