Clint nodded at her words. "Makes sense," he agreed. He was still curious about his powers and wanted to explore them but that could come later. Right now he was doing his best to focus on the task at hand and to not let the thought of blood send him rushing to the prison full speed.
Calm dead patience was a requirement of snipers. And Clint was one of the best. Besides, when you were patient and observed, you noticed things. It was how he had noticed the Tesseract wasn't just an energy source but a doorway to space. He didn't understand either why Fury had been surprised at his words about the tampering either days before the Manhattan Incident. Doors very often opened from both sides.
Pushing the memories away, he glanced over at Rebekah. "So is my nickname still Deathwish for you?" he asked.