His interpretation of events was certainly interesting. The way Rebekah remembered it was that she had been minding her own business when Clint had begun to taunt his Vampire Barbie and threaten her with his silly little gun. Was she supposed to back down to GI Joe? Yes, he had been frustrated with Buffy's attack on the prison but Buffy and Rebekah were not the same as evidenced by Buffy's death some many years ago and Rebekah still standing strong after a thousand years.
If he had been smart enough to keep his mouth shut, he would have never even registered on her radar most likely. But he wasn't smart, or perhaps he was the smartest of them all as so many of them were dead and here he was, standing immortal and strong.
"I don't recall you objecting to the prison takeover. You could have gone to her then, saved her. You chose not to. That's not my fault," she pointed out. "I never kept you from Natasha. I turned you so that you could be with her, you were the one that chose to keep your distance. Don't you blame me for that."
If there was anything that Rebekah did believe in, it was love. She wouldn't stand in the way of it. Although with the way Clint pushed her, it was damn tempting....
"There's a very fine line between love and hate, Clint. Come back in five hundred years and we'll revisit this discussion," she said darkly, blue eyes flashing dangerously at him.
She and her brother somehow managed to simultaneously love and hate each other, Nik constantly turning on her and putting her on ice for decades at a time before awakening her. Her own father had spent centuries hunting her down. Her lover Alec was emotionally stunted thanks to Manticore's years of hard wiring him to be their perfect little killing machine. It was no small wonder that love was complicated for Rebekah.