She was up from her spot at her table in an instant and faster than a human's eyes could follow she had Clint pinned to the nearest wall. She grabbed a handful of dark hair with one hand and yanked his head to the side. She traced the scars on his neck with her other hand before releasing the death grip she had on his hair.
"I made you. I can break you if I want to." Rebekah was a brat and known to break her toys when they no longer pleased her. Clint had been testing her patience for many years now and she had not broken him yet, at least not irreparably. Clearly she had not toyed of this one toy yet. He had so many things to hold over him though. She could easily teach him a lesson by seeking out the company of young James. Perhaps the little one would learn how to respect her, maybe she would even turn him in time. Her interest in Natasha had waned over the years although she did find it quite curious that she still seemed completely intact and not a day over thirty, if that even. Curious indeed.
She pushed away from him. She didn't want to sully the carpet with his blood or else she might be more apt to hurt him, even just a bit. A little tickle for him to take home to his love.
Gracefully she sat back down at her table and sighed. Her nails were all ruined and she would have to start over. The little bastard. He was lucky that she enjoyed him or he would be dead.
"Consider yourself on holiday and your precious Natasha and James safe. But Clint, when I call for you, you will come. Do you understand?"