Hawkeye. Yes, she supposed she had heard that before but had always preferred Deathwish. And despite not being related to Clint directly it seemed that the wish had passed on to this boy somehow. Rebekah almost admired him for a second. Was she staring at a young Clint? He looked nothing like Clint and yet, there was that attitude.
Reaching out quickly she grabbed him, like an owl snatching up a rat. She held him by the back of his neck hard, not hard enough to do any real damage but hard enough to bruise.
"Stop being a little shit and tell me what I want to know before I start breaking your fingers and toes," she hissed at him. "I am his boss and I'm your boss right in this moment. And if you don't tell me what I want to know, I'm going to go ask your mother. Would you rather I do that?" She tightened her grip ever so slightly before shoving him away from her.
"So which is it? Are you a boy or are you a man, James Rogers?"