Clint had, slowly but surely, moved out of the room he'd kept in the hotel. There wasn't a lot to move out, but there was enough; supplies, things he'd come with, things he'd gathered up while here. Eventually everything that came with Clint's name or in his possession was housed in one of seven nests around the town, each one easily defensible but quietly hidden.
It was enough to keep him somewhat in the loop, but largely out of the way of people. He was kind of done with people in general.
Which was why he was less than pleased with yet another invasion of space. At first he'd thought it was Loki; the light footsteps and the careful movements were cautious enough to be the demi-god, James wouldn't have made a sound at all, and other people would just use the device. Finding a total stranger, not what he'd first assumed.
"Good guess." It wasn't unlikely that more than one or two people knew his name now, Hansel was a dick like that, "Mechanic girl, right?" He made a point of figuring out some kind of identifier, even if it wasn't a name. He'd floundered a little after Natasha's second vanishing act, which meant throwing himself a little more into the SHIELD mindset. Which meant getting a better understanding of the people he was surrounded by.
"Hospitals better for jumping from. Even if the fall doesn't kill you, the nurses will afterwards."