Clint nodded some, understanding how she felt oddly with Natasha and James. Clint couldn't give Natasha a child. He hadn't even been able to as a human. He jammed a hand in his pocket and looked at her, his face unreadable.
He gave a shrug and brushed his other hand through his hair. "If that's what you want I'll see what I can do Rebekah." He turned, ready to walk away but paused. "There a time frame on this mission or just make sure it gets done right?"