Clint kept his eyes trained on her, resisting the urge to pull one of his guns loaded with wooden bullets free and shoot her. He wanted to do nothing more desperately than to tell her off, make threats with shoving a bomb up her ass and blowing Everett to hell. But he knew the moment he did that she'd rip his head off. Or worse.
So he kept his mouth shut and bit his tongue of the things he wanted to say. "Few problems though with the mission," he said, adopting his military calm he had done so long ago when presented with sniper missions he hadn't agreed with. "One, I have no idea on where to even start looking for those two. There's no guarantee they're even still in the area. Two...Natasha would never let me hunt down innocent people. Not after the shit Loki put me through." His voice was cool and professional while inside he was imagining creative ways to torture her and make her suffer.