"Nope." Clint made a point of popping the 'p', crossing his legs at his ankles and resting back on the sofa. As much as the conversation might be a little less than socially acceptable, Clint really wasn't one to be hung up on the basis of polite society. "Haven't had a chance, since the notion hadn't really struck until you mentioned the re-spawns."
Because really, how many chances would they get? Was there a limit or would people just keep coming back forever? Which, if they did, might make randomly murdering someone a little awkward eventually. But hey, science and all that. "The town has a habit of making us try to survive, pitting us against each other or just by throwing utter chaos our way." And maybe it wasn't just about survival, maybe there was a more twisted psychological issue at the heart of it, to twist them out of their more civilised sensibilities.
But then, Clint wasn't always civilised anyway, and his notion wasn't entirely unjustified. At least not in certain minds. "Although a cycle of more than two people might be an idea." Spread the murder, also make sure that it didn't turn into some kind of blood bath. God, Clint hated those. At the very least, Nat's input on any and all murderous impulses towards little mister HYDRA would probably be beneficial too.